Back in the day, Jamba Juice offered what they called a "Fem" Boost. I'm not sure what it consisted of. Probably an estrogen pill ground up into dust? Only the genies at Jamba have that answer.
It was a warm summer afternoon. A Sunday afternoon to be exact. I was just waiting for the sun to go down. It was me, Conrad, and the homies.......anyway.
We decided to go to Jamba Juice to get a refreshing smoothie after a long day of probably church-going and lunch eating.
There was a line out the door for some reason. It looked like the 30s and they were handing out duckets or bread and government cheese. Just like it's going to look in a few months when the stock market crashes again and the anti-Christ reveals himself and the world ends! Whoa! The Elim* in me just came out.
*Elim - The wildest church in Southern CA
So we are waiting in line to order our smoothies. I honestly don't remember who else was there other than Conrad because well, you will find out soon enough.
We get to the front and we order. The doofo that I am I ask for a "fem" boost as a joke and the cashier girl looked at me in disarray. Whoever else was there ordered. Conrad ordered last.
The cashier girl asked Conrad:
"Is there anything else I can get for you?"
Conrad, being the alleged "smooth operator" that he is says:
"How about you give me your phone number?"
The cashier girl replies (in a loud enough voice that every person waiting for their government cheese could here):
"But I'm only 16!!!"
Store wide PLOPs
That little fem rocked Conrad's ego boost and made us all PLOP in the process
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