Yesterday in Waco, we’re sitting at a local coffee house waiting for Brennan Manning NOT to show. (see post below.) One of the girls in our group orders her drink, a ‘Flaming Idiot’–a sort of latte with cinnamon and other girly stuff.
Just before the ‘coffee artist’ (whatever that is…) tops off her drink with whipped cream and little chocolately sprinkles, she asks, “Do you want everything on this Flaming Idiot?”. Only her inflection sounded more like “Do you want everything on this, (you) Flaming Idiot?”.