Yesterday, eating dinner with great-aunt and other relatives:

Monica: So what were your summer jobs? Were you ever a bookstore clerk or a barista?
Bob: We didn't have baristas in my day.
Monica: But... but then where did you get your coffee?
Bob: I had to make it!
Monica: ohhhh.

Later,

Monica: But wait a minute! Coffeeshops existed in the Soviet ( Read more... )

The ICFP coders' chatter was oddly soothing, and then jes5199 fell asleep nearby, and I could listen to his breathing. As a result, at least three consecutive Monicas bravely struggled out of their naps, announced that they were going out, and asked if anyone needed anything... only to wake up face-down in the pillows, startled and discouraged. A few ( Read more... )