“Is that real butter?”
Rob groaned, holding the tub of popcorn out to the customer. Gosh, no one ever asks that! Something snapped and Rob’s cheeky side surfaced. “It’s real in the sense that you’re here, I’m here, and the butter is here. All of us exist together in this reality.”
“Cut the existential crap. Is it real?” The man clearly wasn’t amused.
“Fine, it’s a blend of vegetable oils. Then again, real butter is what? Hardened animal fat? Here you go. Enjoy your show.”
One look at the manager and Rob knew his career in the movies was over.
Jim Bernheimer lives in Chesapeake, Virginia with his wife and two daughters. He enjoys writing Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror.