Fumbling about, trying to get change out of my pocket, making everyone else impatient as they're forced to wait in line behind me.

Money.

Dildos. Bountiful Dildos. You come to my home and I ask you what you would like to drink, I say we have milk, juice, coffee, dildos, tea-. You question me; "Dildos?". Dildos it is then. "No, that's not what I meant." you interject. BUT I AM ALREADY POURING YOU A BRIMMING GLASS OF DILDOS.