I work at a coffee shop and have gotten all my co-workers to start calling lattes “hot milkybois”
I also got everyone to refer to the salted caramel blended drink as “the big salty” and I consider it one of my greatest accomplishments
Oh yeah and any time someone orders a hazelnut latte with almond milk (which specifically is a weirdly popular drink) I say “one HOT NUT latte coming right up!”
My coworkers have not latched on to this one like they did with the others for some reason.
I forgot to mention I also pronounce “hot chocolate” like “hot cocklate”… because I’m awful.
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Our largest drink size is affectionately referred to as “Texas Size” so sometimes when I hand it out in the drive-thru I like to say, “Here’s that TEXAS SIZE [drink] for ya, YEEEEHAW!”
And some people look at me as though I have just made their entire day while others look like they they could not possibly get away from me soon enough. Both reactions are equally satisfying.
I made this into a game except when I hand out the Texas-size drinks I say “Can I get a YEEHAW?” And the guests always look mortified but occasionally one of them will let out a terrified “yeehaw” and all my coworkers cheer and then we keep a running tally of how many yeehaws we each get on the back of a pastry bag.
I had a dream that unless the teacher told us class was over, we were forbidden from going out the door. Our teacher was very forgetful, and maybe even malicious. After being forced to stay past sunset many days, my class decided we were going to break out every night. Eventually our attempts led us to discovering rifts in space-time where we could warp. So we never used the door. Checkmate.
the window
what? you going to critique my dreams? my subconscious creations, that I did by accident, while asleep? the chemicals in my brain? are you going to use your foul eyes and dissect all of the plotholes in my dreams? you going to critique the weather? harass the clouds? make fun of thunder for being off key? remind me to come to your house and shred your shoes
What I like about my version of Hennessey is that he’s got a sense of humor and it’s very much based around the fact that he’s not a noble. He’s not Lord so and so, he’s not the younger son of Lord So and So – he’s a former pig farmer who made good, and it shows here, because he knows perfectly well how to catch that chicken. The chicken knows it. Gates knows it if he thinks on it a moment. James most definitely knows it, and is wondering what exactly it would take to get Hennessey to bestir himself to catch the chicken. And meanwhile, there sits Hennessey, munching an apple and enjoying himself, and Miranda knows him perhaps best of all of them save Gates, because she knows what he’s about and is just glad to have a parental figure who has that sense of humor that’s not malicious, just mischievous at times.
So – Thomas is not a farmer. At all. He’s probably never held a chicken, or dealt with collecting eggs, or gotten pecked at all trying to collect the said eggs (and I must confess that I have not either. I am a town-dweller and the nearest chickens lived down the road when I was a kid. Now the nearest ones live across a field and we are unfortunately not acquainted. I miss the days when they had a rooster – I used to hear him crow in the mornings and it somehow made getting up seem less unreasonable bc hey – the rooster’s up, clearly day has arrived). As far as Thomas is concerned, chickens have one goal, and that is to furnish his breakfast table with eggs. Toulouse the chicken, on the other hand, apparently likes trees like most chickens do, and poor Thomas has not grasped the idea that chickens are, in fact, birds and therefore food motivated. Poor Thomas – he’s got one idea of how to chicken and Toulouse just isn’t interested in his ideas!
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