Standard Procedure

Every evening, his juice would arrive like clockwork. And like clockwork, he’d send it back.

“Not sweet enough,” he’d say, handing it over like a failed exam.

Second try? Still not up to the mark.

By the third attempt there was so much sugar, the spoon got stuck to the bottom of the glass.

He drank it happily.

Standard.

-Shivantika Rungta