Breaking eggs and spoons of sugar

[TokyoBayer]

@Inigo_Montoya

There was SMACK, Squeeze, wring. Her cookies had a distinctive, alarming crunch to them. No metaphor in that last–she’s terrible in the kitchen.

My daughter is sensitive, my son not so. What works for her doesn’t phase him at all. I don’t have him breaking eggs yet, but it looks like I’ll have to learn more tricks.

[Freudian_Slit]

@Nava

When I was in college for ChemE, we used to tell the following joke (easier with gestures, of course). How can you tell what year a student is in, by seeing them in the bar?

First year: no coat as they don’t have labs yet, and they can yell themselves hoarse before the barman bothers serve them. Paco! PACO! PACOOOOO! Call your Mom, she may listen.

Second year. A coat which was white when bought but which already shows some burns, discolorations, and other marks you really don’t want to ask about. The soda is poured by leaving the glass on the bar, scrunching* until the pourer’s eyes are even with the desired level, and p…o…u…r…i…n…g… very slowly and carefully.

I don’t know what’s weirder – that all these students are ordering sodas in bars instead of booze or that the bartender can’t bother to pour it out.

[Nava]

@Freudian_Slit

I don’t know what’s weirder – that all these students are ordering sodas in bars instead of booze or that the bartender can’t bother to pour it out.

It was the university’s bar: could not legally serve booze. You could get coffee (hot, no time to let it cool before gulping it and running back to class) or sodas, and also footlongs (plain omelette, chorizo or salami). Since we all had the same breaks, the bartender was busy serving about one thousand people by pecking order: teachers, then from highest to lowest grade. First year student? Better BYOB.