Sunday, June 8, 2008

Will Trade Coffee for Gossip



How did Nick make his way through college and post-grad work? He can't even make his way one hundred (100) feet to the right when leaving his front door on Sunday mornings. Claims of helping handicapped children and church attendance don't have traction in truth. I started a new strict tardy slip policy that I trust will alleviate troubles in the future. I knew I shouldn't have let the Director set the example and do the training!

We started serving Frozen Mochas to the throngs of sweaty denizens on Front Street and they have been a very popular item. Loads of complements and brain freezes from satisfied consumers. The Mochas are competing for supremacy with the Smoothies. Let the battle begin.

Speaking of battles...it is the Battle of the Blogs! Ben and Jeremy (both of Highland Prospects fame) have challenged me to a throw down of keystrokes. They have a lot of catching up to do, apparently they haven't paid attention to the surge and how well it is working. I haven't had a single casualty, and my acquired target rate is the highest since my occupation began. Ben (how'd the bender go?) has already made a tactical error in photographing me yesterday, Jeremy (just one more) claims they'll post the image. My image on their site will surely be considered repellent. My visage has yet to haunt these hallowed pages, and for good reason. Happy typing boys!

Last night, in pursuit of answers, I made my way to Mountain State (thanks to Ben ((how'd the bender go?))for the assist up the hill) where I found the Director pulling drafts with the aide of his new hair style...pony tail!? Bidding adieu to his normal Lebowski look for this improved metro-Audi A4 coif. He's now got more numbers than the Tucker County Yellow Pages, take notes Nick! More discussions with Mike (of Mountain State fame) regarding HypnoStout, a quick lesson in fermentation, ingredient addition, and the sharing of a pint. Yes, several questions were answered, and yes the Director Abides!!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Surge you say? Zero hour, Tony. It’s the end of the line. I’m the firstborn. I’m sick of playing second fiddle. I’m always third in line for everything. I’m tired of finishing fourth. Being the fifth wheel. There are six things I’m mad about, and I’m taking over.

HypnoBlog said...

Good try, but it is a game of words, not numbers! Call over to the shop.