The bubble-tea incident
I gently slurp the frothy strawberry slush
with a lanky pipe.
A saporous delight, my taste buds rejoice.
But then, slowly, marble-sized beads-
vesicles of honey and gelatin,
travel slyly up the tube and into my mouth.
Chewy egg sacks on my tongue.
I gag…
and throw the repulsive sludge in the small vendor’s face.
In a vicious rage I bolt out the door and exclaim:
“Next time no balls!”
