Moonlight Dwelling

"Tennis products from balls to rackets and beyond how may I help you?"

"I'd like to order some tennis balls."

"How many?"

Naomi hated dealing with salespeople but she couldn't trust anyone else to get her order right.

"I'd like to special order pink tennis balls."

Relieved to not see this rich bitch he rolled his eyes at the thought of pink tennis balls.

"You want pink?"

"That's right no way am I getting tennis balls that look like they've been dipped in snot. I want light pink tennis balls. Got that?"

"Sure no problem."

By Barbara Desmond