Heady chocolate fumes filled the air and fogged her mind as she relieved the night-chocolatier. The first thought that crossed her mind when her shift began was a Homer Simpsonesque "Mmmmmmm, Chocolate!!!!!" The aroma was so overpowering that she couldn't think about anything else but making confections all day long. She worked completely through lunch, and before she knew it, Elizabeth, her relief had arrived.
Becky helped herself to a few chocolate mustaches from the seconds bin, as she clocked out and went down to the garage to meet up with her carpool. For some reason, the chocolate press got the caramel filling wrong for about half a dozen chocolate mustaches, making it way too thick. She tried one, but the filling was far too sticky for her to eat.
"How about some sugar, sugar?" Santa laughed, as she approached him waiting by his car. She gave him the rest of the candy as she got into the back seat. The ride home was in blissful silence, as the caramel nearly glued Santa's mouth shut. There were hints of mustaches, monkeys, and cats around her, but nothing definite. By the time she made it home, she was ravenous, having been too distracted to eat breakfast or lunch.
Fortunately, her husband Ted was waiting for her when she came in the door. He was a gourmet chef who had his own catering business, so there was no shortage of food in the house.
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