Just Call Me "Zel Nut"

While Curtis filled up with gas the other day, I went in to get us both some coffee. Someone had mistakenly put the hazelnut creamers into the regular creamer bin, but I didn't notice it until I was part way through doctoring the second cup. Neither of us are fans of flavored creamers, but Curtis is especially opposed to it.

When I got back to the truck, I apologized profusely to Curtis for the mix-up, and offered him the less hazelnutty coffee.

As we were pulling out of the gas station, Michael commented from the back seat,

What if your name was Zel Nut?


Then I could say, 'Hey, Zel Nut!'