I wished I lived in the QC universe and worked at the coffee shop run by Dora because I’d love to be able to be snarky towards my ruder customers. I’d continually say greetings in a louder and louder voice while they bark their order at me until they’re forced to respond to me as a person and not a drink making robot. If someone told me they ‘needed’ a latte instead of wanting it, I’d be able to question it. Lastly, I’d love to just ignore people until they’re off their phone. Siiigh.
hey sheldon, what’s up?
the ceiling, of course
[extensively long laugh track, continuing on for minutes, breaking on hours. audience members are slowly dying of laughter, unable to stop. the actors want to cry out in grief for them to stop, but they are on set. it is a massive tragedy]