Friday, November 02, 2012

"I'd like it without blistering, pain, and scarring..."

I was just hitting the drive-thru at Dunk's* a few minutes ago, and the nice gal obviously misspoke when she asked me, "How hot do you want that coffee?"

*blink blink*

I replied, "Not hot enough to give me third-degree burns, please!"

She could barely stop laughing long enough to tell me the total.

*d'you see how I'm going all local and shit? Calling it "Dunk's" instead of "Dunkin Donuts" thing you know, I'll be pahking my cah and calling everyone retahded.


Anonymous said...

Wicked smaht of ya!


Wally said...

Yeah, that's a wikked pissah story.

You have been assimilated.

Christina RN LMT said...

LOL, but I still say "Y'all"...:D (Holdover from my time as a Texas resident.)

Suldog said...

Gabba Gabba
We accept you
We accept you
One of us

TOTWTYTR said...

I've lived here all my life and never once referred to it as anything other than "Dunkin Donuts".

Must be a sign I should move somewhere else.

Jay G said...

When you order a "lahge regulah", and then stop at a packie for a case of bee-yah, you will have truly gone native...