Thursday, August 24, 2006

My first official shift as the supervisor on duty

"I would like you to make me a drink."

"What do you want me to make?"

"I don't know. But I want it to be sweet and caffeinated."

"Let's see, that would be an eight-shot tall white mocha."

"That wouldn't be sweet enough. I think you need eight pumps of syrup as well."

"But then it won't fit in a tall cup anymore."

"Hmm, I guess you'd have to make it a grande, then."

(pause)

"Wait, are you actually making that?"

"Sorry, there was only room for about half an inch of steamed milk."

Of course, I had to label my drink so that no one else would drink it by accident.

Jule Ann's Death Drink


P.S. No, I didn't finish it. I think I actually would have died.

P.P.S. Yes, I know I'm a geek.

4 comments:

twilighttreader said...

By Cthulhu... I've got to try that!

EarthenForge said...

Woohoo! You're listing stats now - that puts you in the geek elite! Awesome!

Anonymous said...

yes, i'm sure that dentists everywhere are cowering in fear...lol
~Marlene

Novac said...

A D&D Starbucks? That's frightening. Do your underlings know what they're in for? :D

If a -8 hp drink would kill you, I think you need a higher constitution or some hp eq.