SOMEBODY NEEDS TO WRITE FIC BASED ON THIS!!!

( so very much NSFW )

You're welcome.

Major spoiler for what happened in the S5 finale, so this manip is behind a cut.

Found this on tumblr and am completely riveted.

( awesomecake behind cut )

Gotta love notalwaysright.com...


Call Center | USA

(I work for a service that answers phones for TV commercials. One commercial in particular is giving us all fits! It is for a cup that freezes sweet liquids into slush-ice. The kids have been calling in, in DROVES, trying to get one. The offer is to be paid with a credit card and you have to be 18 or over to get it. This caller sounds like a five year old.)

Me: “Thank you for calling for [Cup Product]! How may I help you?”

Caller: “Yeah. I wanna [Cup Product] thing.”

Me: “Ma’am, do you have a credit card?”

Caller: “Yeah. It’s 123456789.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but that is not a card number. How old are you?”

Caller: “Uh… I’m a hundred.”

Me: “Ma’am, please get your mommy to come to the phone. If you want a [Cup Product], you have to have an adult with a credit card.”

Caller: *getting crafty* “Uh, well, I already ordered it an’ used my Mommy’s—uh, my card. So, you can send it. Okay?”

Me: “Now look, honey… You need to have an ADULT come to the phone. Go get someone older.”

Caller: “Okay.”

(There is the sound of the receiver being put down, then instantly picked up again. I hear the same voice, now pitched much lower.)

Caller: “Hello? This is my Daddy. Please send me the [Cup Product] thingy, please!”

This? Is so totally my five-year old version of "Second Chances" wee!Tony. TOTALLY.

And look! It took place in Virginia. This is absolutely Gibbs taking his wee!Tony to the diner. You know, The Diner. Elaine would adore wee!Tony, most definitely. (Her name was Elaine, wasn't it?)

Anyway.

*dies*

(Coffee Shop | Virginia, USA)

(I work in a Coffee Shop. I was on break in the lobby when a couple walks in. Directly behind them is a cute little boy in Batman costume.)

Me: “Oh my God! It’s BATMAN!”

(The boy stops, strikes a pose and starts looking around menacingly. After a few seconds, he approaches the counter.)

Mother: “Jeff, would you like a chocolate milk?”

Boy: “I am not Jeff. I am The Batman.”

Mother: “The Batman, would you like a chocolate milk?”

Boy: “Yes. Yes, The Batman would.”

(The couple pays while the boy sits down with his chocolate milk. He keeps a stern look on his face as he sips the drink.)

Boy: *sips* “Gotham is safe.”