I walked into a convenience store today, and I pictured myself turning toward the clerk and engaging in the following conversation:
Me: Excuse me, do you have anything made of foam?
Clerk: Well, what exactly do you need?
Me: I don't really need anything. I just want something made of foam, if you have it.
Clerk: Hmmm, let me think... I don't think we do. Well Styrofoam, is that what you mean? We have little coolers.
Me: No, I am looking for the real deal. I am the personal assistant for a man who is buying up all foam products located within a 50 mile radius of his estate. He won't tell me what he is planning to do with all this stuff, but I get the feeling he is up to no good.
Clerk: Oh... well... good luck.
