A Promise

"I was promised a day time kiss." she said, smacking her receipt down on the counter.

"Listen, lady. You weren't promised anything." the man replied.

"Don't lady me. I asked for it. I bought the ticket. I've got the receipt. And then it never even fucking happened! And now it's expired!" she almost yelled.

"Expired? These things don't expire." he said and picked up the receipt. She calmed down as he started to take her a bit more seriously.

"I bought the one with the 3 month guarantee." she said. Her heart was still pounding hard with rage.

"There's no such thing." he said and looked up, into her eyes.

"There's WHAT?!" she said and slammed both her hands down on the counter.

"Who served you?" he asked confused.

"I don't know. A young man. A young blonde man." she answered.

"Fuck... That's Morris. He's a little cunt that likes to pretend he runs the shop if he knows I'm at the loo or something. I'm really sorry. I'm gonna have to talk to his parents. Again." the man said and sighed.

"So... So there's no three month guarantee?" she said. The acknowledgement hit her hard and she felt her heart sink. She continued: "You're telling me, I'm gonna have to wait like any other regular sucker out there?"

He nodded. "I'm afraid so."

"Fuck that." she said and spun around on her heel and left the shop.