I had some alternate titles:
1. Let Me Massage Your Feelings
2. Sound Leakage
3. Me Sad Banh Mi
I took the straight road route since, let's face it, there's going to be plenty of time to make cheeky headlines. Between you and me-we all know Luke and Andrew don't read the blog-I was pretty surprised it went as smoothly as it did. Of course now I'm going to dream about drowning under packing peanuts for the next couple weeks.
Seriously, though, I thought the show was great! I know I was a bit melancholy in the last post about how things are changing and cry me a river and such. Today's show, though, put my mind at ease. It's still Luke being super self-conscious about inconsequential things, and Andrew obsessing about if he's going to go the gym or not. Everything's the same! We're just going to have a whole new cast of characters to hear about like sunbathing cat lady. Cheers to the future!
Here's today's homework. Please use a number two pencil and if you don't know the answer- just put C.
What should be the name of this new version of TBTL?
Do baristas, bartenders, butchers, bakers, candlestick makers, etc. care about tips?
Extra credit: During which version of the show did you start listening and what's your favorite memory thus far?
I'll end with my two cents on the barista question. I worked at a coffee shop in Portland International Airport for a couple months and normally worked the 5 a.m. shift. That's when the floodgates open and every person in that long security line wants coffee and they want it ten minutes ago. I thought I needed coffee in the morning and my addiction paled (get it? Pale? I'm albino?) in comparison to the businessmen and businesswomen needing their cup o' joe before their flight. I was more concerned one of them was going to eat my face than I was worrying if they were going to leave a tip.