If only I had stocked up at the pharmacy, liquor store, and ice cream topping section, I’d be rich. So many times people would ask for a bottle of somethin’ somethin, or whipped cream, or chocolate syrup. Sometimes, I had whatever fetish delight they were after and ran it to their room. They always answered the door, peeking around the side and were good for a buck tip.

Anyway, one time, this couple was really excited and desperate to get their freak on, but the only thing I had access to was the breakfast yogurt. They weren’t interested. Meh. Maybe they never saw Last Tango in Paris (butter?!).