The Roundhouse

The little seeds get stuck in your teeth. They remind you of little fleas squirming under your tongue and down your throat and

"Ew! I'm allergic to fleas!" you shout.

"What?" the barista asks. "Fleas?"

"Er, I mean poppy seeds!"

"Then why did you order that kind?" she asks.

"I forgot!"

She gives you your money back. Happy now?