Apple Pie: You Slut

Coffee shops are a favorite get-away, when dinner done right, reflects pocket change. The smells and things that are showcased makes ordering in or the take out awesome. But buyer beware, lurking in the shadows could be and unsuspecting treat that can knock you off your feet, and send your shackles retreating.
Smells and things in a coffee shop always gave me chills, especially when the people who worked there were well known for their skills at making lunch nice and the things around lunch look pretty that go with it. Like a bandit with brown, one whiff of this or that, change your mind and creep in your pocket, pulling out more then you had in mind to spend. And don't allow them to give you a taste tester or even watch someone else dive into this or that, for you can be out sourced by beholding.
I walked into a Coffee Shop one day to see in the showcase what I knew to be a slut. I could tell by her crust she was up to know good, her smell was noted above the coffee, and her filling said all apple. She was decked in crumble, and banging in sizes that grabbed my attention, so much so, I could not focus on the tuna on wheat I came for. With other things on my mind for the day, all became a blur the more this slut dripped across my nose with her stunning appeal.
To order came fast, for in a coffee shop, it is understood that quick means repeat business. So without too much ado the waitress, with pen and paper asked me with a twinkle in her eye what I was having today. Now I am not sure, but I think that apple pie whispered something in her ears, cause what came out of my mouth was apple pie instead of tuna on wheat. I was shocked at the turn of events. And while I was pondering what came out of my mouth, she quickly handed me a slice with a spoon almost effortlessly and again I became shocked as if I could get not more shocked then I already was. Then BAM!...I said 'you SLUT!'...the waitress turned pink with rage, and some of the customers spat out some of their lunch while turning to see the slut. No no!! not you the apple pie! When it was understood what I meant, laughter erupted in the place like new money, and before they could settle down, I had the apple pie on my fingers and around my lips, and it was understood I would need a take out too.
The take out from a coffee shop, can be brutal on any ones nerves, as the content says eat me now, and the comfort says not yet. So I order two more slices, and looked around to see if anyone would object to my handling the showcase with a major haul. Accommodating me with a smile, and giggles of her own the waitress processed my order and gave me my change, but the tip I handed her back, off set the smile and the content just lovely.