1/25/2006
So....let me draw you a picture....
Yesterday I was sipping on a venti skim mocha frap...
Kerry: "Yeah, I'll have a large...uhhh...cold....uhhh...chocolate...uhhh...low fat...coffee...drink...thing.
Starbucks Girl: "A large? Oh do you mean a Venti?"
WARNING:
Let me rehash some incredibly inane observational 'humor' and attempt to pass it off as wit (It's late. I'm tired). I think everyone in the free Starbucks loving world has made this observation...
Tall: Sounds like it should be big...but nope. A tall is a small.
Grande: This sounds like it should be big too...'grande' in spanish means 'large.' But when translated into Starbucksese, a grande is medium.
Venti: This actually isn't a terrible name for a big ass cup of Starbucks. After all, in Italian, 'venti' means twenty. And twenty is precisely how many dollars your wallet will be deprived of once you head out the door with your designer, creamy, frothy, chocolatey, whipped cream covered, blended drink.
"Ewwww....I can still taste the coffee!"
So, now that we have that out the way (my unoriginal commentary that really has nothing to do with anything, but serves to boost my ego as I now know that I have the power to waste your time) let's get down to business.
I'm finally getting around to reading Sex, Drugs, and Economics.
YEAH!
So a lady comes up to me and says, "what class are you taking?"
Class? No. no. no. Kerry is taking no classes. Kerry is a woman...not a child. Kerry is a master. Kerry is a master of arts. She has graduated. She knows all. She has no need for classes. Kerry spits on classes.
"No, I'm just reading it for fun."
...and then...she asked the question that every econ nerd itches to answer, "so how is sex like economics?"
A tear actually came to my eye. Someone was sincerely interested in hearing about economics. It was such a welcome change from my usual tutorials where I lure unsuspecting acquaintances to my lair, bind and gag them, and then speak at depth about the Lerman Ratio while I pleasurably take in the spectacle of my uncomfortable, squirming victims.
So I said, "sit down....we have much to discuss."
It was a good time.
Although, it was slightly uncomfortable and strange...talking to someone (around my mother's age) about how the market for bestiality pornography is much like the market for shampoo.
But I love econ breakthroughs. She'll be taking her new found knowledge and napkin drawings to her co-worker...a high school social studies teacher.
End note: Venti does mean 20. Like a 20 oz. cup. In case you didn't know.
|
Kerry: "Yeah, I'll have a large...uhhh...cold....uhhh...chocolate...uhhh...low fat...coffee...drink...thing.
Starbucks Girl: "A large? Oh do you mean a Venti?"
WARNING:
Let me rehash some incredibly inane observational 'humor' and attempt to pass it off as wit (It's late. I'm tired). I think everyone in the free Starbucks loving world has made this observation...
Tall: Sounds like it should be big...but nope. A tall is a small.
Grande: This sounds like it should be big too...'grande' in spanish means 'large.' But when translated into Starbucksese, a grande is medium.
Venti: This actually isn't a terrible name for a big ass cup of Starbucks. After all, in Italian, 'venti' means twenty. And twenty is precisely how many dollars your wallet will be deprived of once you head out the door with your designer, creamy, frothy, chocolatey, whipped cream covered, blended drink.
"Ewwww....I can still taste the coffee!"
So, now that we have that out the way (my unoriginal commentary that really has nothing to do with anything, but serves to boost my ego as I now know that I have the power to waste your time) let's get down to business.
I'm finally getting around to reading Sex, Drugs, and Economics.
YEAH!
So a lady comes up to me and says, "what class are you taking?"
Class? No. no. no. Kerry is taking no classes. Kerry is a woman...not a child. Kerry is a master. Kerry is a master of arts. She has graduated. She knows all. She has no need for classes. Kerry spits on classes.
"No, I'm just reading it for fun."
...and then...she asked the question that every econ nerd itches to answer, "so how is sex like economics?"
A tear actually came to my eye. Someone was sincerely interested in hearing about economics. It was such a welcome change from my usual tutorials where I lure unsuspecting acquaintances to my lair, bind and gag them, and then speak at depth about the Lerman Ratio while I pleasurably take in the spectacle of my uncomfortable, squirming victims.
So I said, "sit down....we have much to discuss."
It was a good time.
Although, it was slightly uncomfortable and strange...talking to someone (around my mother's age) about how the market for bestiality pornography is much like the market for shampoo.
But I love econ breakthroughs. She'll be taking her new found knowledge and napkin drawings to her co-worker...a high school social studies teacher.
End note: Venti does mean 20. Like a 20 oz. cup. In case you didn't know.
