You’re adorable, but I’ve worked, at this job, with people who couldn’t read an analog clock. I routinely have the phone - on a live call - simply handed to me with a muttered, “Shoe they wanna pay over the phone. Here, you got this?”
Me: “Umm, I was in the middle of four different things and have raw sausage all over my hands, but, uh, sure, I got this??”
Fill out a form.
{ snortle }
My uterus hurt just reading that.
How was the sad oatmeal?
I guess I gotta root for the meow, then?
(Just kidding. Go dawgs.)
That second one made my eyes bug out. Holy banana peppers, I couldn’t have pulled that off in my hawt years; I sure as shootin’ ain’t trying now.
I am so sorry; that’s terrible.
The salt won’t stick, unless there’s a lot of sticky dried fruit and/or you gently bake the whole thing with a bit of oil - salt will stick to hot oil and to fruit juice, but just a bag of cold shelf-stable mix, it’ll all simply fall away.
… this is why I’m sometimes very quiet at work.
(Inner monologue to self: "Shut up, don’t say it, don’t say it … ")