Working at a coffee shop in the summer means I find myself making a surprising number of smoothy-style blender drinks. And dispensing coffee squishees. It can get a little mind-numbing at times so today I fantasized that each concoction I brewed was actually a piece of a giant smoothy golem that would come to life, once joined, and, in an example of poetic (though cliched) justice, consume the very people who had ordered their creation.
But since the golem has so far failed to incorporate, I amuse myself by tricking my coworkers into trying new and disgusting mixtures of smoothies.
"You sick bastard" one of them called me.