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WCDT: 2176-2180 (30 April - 4 May 2012) Weekly Comic Discussion Thread
bukwrm:
I kind of see the alcohol thing as-
Faye: *thinking* geez, this is easier than I thought it'd be. I'm gonna have a drink to celebrate!
*fixes drink*
Sam: *notices* Watcha doing? Can I see? Can I try?
Faye, by now imagining Sam as her little protege, and perhaps knowing the ability of an unwatched Sam to create havoc, lets her watch and explains she's making a drink. Or Sam just bypassed asking and watched.
Jim shows up, freaks over Sam doing dangerous stuff
Sam: *thinks* Hmm, dad likes drinks, right?
Sam goes and duplicates what she saw Faye doing earlier, figuring (correctly) that it would make her dad calm down a bit, paradoxically.
So Faye didn't show her drink-mixing as part of the "let's play around with dangerous stuff!" daycare program, but she decided to make a drink...perhaps when she came back from that restroom break, figuring Sam is still sharpening with Dora watching her, and found a kid next to her watching the alcohol making.
I'd like to point out that if you try to hide something from a kid, they will be ten times more interested in it. So rather than slipping the alcohol behind her, she said "Making a drink. This is an old-fashioned."
vforvancouver:
Well, I once taught one of my nieces how to mix a proper Vodka Martini.
She was 10 or 11, if I recall correctly, and she was the only person in the party who wasn't legally able to drink alcohol. She was also very bored. So I made her the bartender, gave her an apron and some recipes, showed her how to handle all the stuff, and promised her by the end of the night I'd mix her a grown-up drink.
She enjoyed the job and the party was a success: from that day onward she became interested in the art of mixing cocktails and now she works at a fancy bar (she turned 19 last month). To this day, her mother doesn't know whether thank me or hate me with all her soul.
And the drink I mixed her that day?
A Shirley Temple. :roll:
Carl-E:
I had a similar experience, from the other side. My father was a plant maitenance manager for a large industrial corporation, and from my ages of 12 to 16, I bartended the anual party he threw at our home.
One of the VP's, named Walter, really liked my Harvey Wallbangers. :-D
I also "invented" what I liked to call a left-handed screwdriver; vodka and grapefruit juice, with a dash of grenadine to cut the sourness.
cvcharger:
--- Quote from: vforvancouver on 04 May 2012, 19:58 ---
And the drink I mixed her that day?
A Shirley Temple. :roll:
--- End quote ---
Well played Mr. Vancouver.
Is it cold in here?:
Remember what those did to Raven.
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