FEAR and SEX at the grocery store...

The other day I was getting ready to check out at the grocery store. I decided to use the self check out station since I only had a few items.

I tapped on the screen to begin my transaction and was promptly asked to input my phone number (for extra savings, of course) and began scanning my items. After I had finished scanning, I heard a deep voice right behind me.

"Mr. [Very-German-Sounding-Last-Name], do you know what comes between fear and sex?"

Bewildered and mildly spooked, I slowly turned around to find a large bearded man just behind me glaring intently into my soul...anticipating my response.

The first thoughts in my mind were, quiveringly, "Who is this strange sounding person...and how do they know my last name?". Next, my mind instantly began racing to decipher the inquiry, "..uhh.....rape?.....roofies?!....please, God, don't let me be raped upon the self check out counter attempting to purchase a box of Twinkies and some bananas...", but instead, all I managed to do was shrug in a confused manner and sheepishly respond with, "uhh... I'm not sure..?".

My bearded grocery-store assailant began to grin a menacing grin and slowly repeated the question, "What comes between FEAR and SEX, Mr. [Very-German-Sounding-Last-Name]?"

"...I...I have no idea...", I managed to choke out in what could have been argued was a whimper.

The grin widened upon the face that I began to believe would surely be the last face I'd ever see. His grin had almost entirely evolved into a sort of maniacal chuckle as he bellowed forth, "Fünf!"

There was a long pause, and then the bearded man let forth a guttural howl, "Get it??...Vier...Fünf!...Sechs!"

Still incredibly caught off guard, I smiled/grimaced, nodded and then grabbed my receipt and bags, and promptly turned around and scurried out the exit.

Fearing that the bearded ninja-jester might be following behind, I hurriedly made a bee-line for my car, all while glancing back over my shoulder. Once I had a chance to pause and collect myself in the parking lot next to my car, I breathed a sigh of relief. At that same moment I replayed the events that unfolded only moments ago and then smirked to myself as I finally got the joke.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, but also relieved to be safe and warm in my car with my Twinkies in hand, I shrugged and drove off into the twilight.

TL/DR: A bearded-ninja busted a surprise joke on me in line at the grocery store. I ran away with my Twinkies.