Exactly
I can't help it, I had the perfect name for the beer picked out...First of all, it was YOU who promised ME a G. Just to keep quiet about the questionable things you did with a top-cropping yeast, while wearing bottom-cropped short pants. It was all a bit hairy for my tastes, but I'm not into trub-shaming. Whatever bubbles your airlock and all.
Second, it was a plastic handle of generic brandy that had me loving all the village weirdos. I do hope it isn't seasonal!
Even Paint can. See, a perfectly edited non-dinosaur-containing picture.AI photo editors can remove those.
Brew on
I'm sure that's how your corneas think of it
My company went all in on lean about 15-20 years ago. I had just started working on the presses and they had the day shift operator label everything. Literally everything. And thats how I found out he couldn't spell.I didn't take a picture of it to share, unfortunately, but at work (medical device manufacturing) there's always the desire for things to be labeled. For a very long time the trash cans were labeled as trash dispensers. It took a few times with the lean coordinator to explain to them that those things were perhaps receptacles, but definitely not dispensers. Thankfully the labels came off altogether, it sank in that some things were just so obvious they didn't require them.
In the category of misunderstood lyrics... my son was about 3 and I was driving him home from daycare and he suddenly asked, "Who is Big Ole Jed?".
I said, "What??" and he said, "That song says Big Ole Jed had a light on". Then I realized we were listening to Steve Miller sing, " Big ole jet airliner...". Now I hear it the Jed way every time it comes on.
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