With a nerdy dad it's no surprise my kids sometimes like to joke around with word play. One day, one of their off-hand comments turned out to be much funnier than expected.
Evangelina and I were enjoying ice cream shakes from a nearby joint when we realized that our server had done a very good job blending the soft serve vanilla ice cream together with the real strawberries. Sometimes when I've frequented that place, the server might be in a rush, inexperienced, or (hopefully not!) lazy, and I end up with some blended shake with a big glop of ice cream in the middle. It's generally not a big deal since (no surprise!) I love ice cream and the price is reasonable, so I just take more time shlucking down the sweet concoction.
The day out with Evangelina, however, our cups were filled with heavenly yum of just the right blending so that the flavors were evenly mixed and drinkable while retaining its frozen chill! I told Evangelina about my past experience with gloppy half-shakes, to which she responded, "We should just call those 'Sh-'!"
What followed made the initially innocent thought hilarious in a made-up conversation with the restaurant staff:
"What is this sh-?"
"What do you mean giving me this sh-?"
"Do you expect me to eat this sh-?"
"Are you guys in the habit of giving out sh-?"
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