Yesterday morning I went to Dunkin’ Donuts. It’s not important why I went. Anyway, the man in front of me was ordering and said “I want a large number 2.” Now, I knew that you could Order by the Numbers at Dunkin’ Donuts, but still I could not stop laughing.
Number 2! and a Large Number 2 at that!
By the way, my son told me that Number 3 was diarrhea and Number 4 was vomit. Yes, these are the highbrow discussions that we have at our house, but really, how long can you talk discuss Nietzche before everyone’s going around in circles?
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I have to laugh because my brother used to say the same thing! Of course, I had to join in with him…
I totally agree, and let me just say, “I am a 7-year-old boy.” (Cue dramatic cycle of everyone standing up everywhere and solemnly stating the same.)
I had no idea there was a number 3 and a number 4. I need to check in with my 8-year-old more often.
I want to come and live at your house. I also want to work with the Bloggess after her last post, but that would be a hell of a commute between NYC and Texas.
That was classic. I’ll never be able to order by the numbers again. 🙂