Pink cake, pink cookies, pink pralines, “It’s a cultural thing.”
I was in the local Tex-Mex place, famous and all that, with its attached bakery. I was asking the counter help, all replete in her ethnic frock, festooned with colors from the Mexican flag, and I asked, “What’s with the pink? Pink cake, pink cookies, give me a couple of those pink pralines, please.”

Her response? “Pink? The kids like it.” My companion just looked at me and shrugged.

The counter girl did a hasty retreat, but I was unperturbed. I’d like think that I am, indeed, immature.

Laeti edimus qui nos subigant!

(click to visit) and its family of websites participate in affiliate programs, which means there are material connections between the ads, and this site. for appearances —
See the fineprint for full disclosure and terms.

© 1994 – 2022 Kramer Wetzel for

Next post:

Previous post: