Demitasse- a small cup used to serve espresso
Ex: As I sip on the demitasse full of steaming colon cleanser, Jerry Seinfeld gives me a knowing smirk from across the diner booth. “What’s the deal with all these bad reviews of Unfrosted?” He asks me in his usual bouncy cadence. “I don’t get it either, Jerry. I thought it was great!” I reply with absolutely zero sincerity. What I was really thinking was that this megastar seated across from me is nothing without the big man, LD, behind his scripts.
“It’s about pop tarts. Who doesn’t love a pop tart!?” He inquires.
“Maybe these big wig critic types, they’re too upper crust to enjoy a pop tart. Maybe they’re more… toaster strudel guys.” I reply.
“Toaster strudel, now who in the world prefers toaster strudel over pop tarts! Nobody cares about the toaster strudel. Get out of here!”.
“Well, I must be going now. My train is almost here.”
“Okay, fine. Go. Same time next week?”
“Same time next week.”
As I get up to leave, I accidentally hip check my tote bag off of the booth. Out of the bag drops a screen play, discretely titled, “Frosted, The Toaster Strudel Movie” written by Samuel Clemenstein and Larry David.
Jerry looks down at the stack of papers and then back up at me, his eyes wide with bewildered rage.
“You did not. How could you?”
I scramble to pick up the screenplay before he can read the next line, but it is too late.
“Fade in. A Jewish looking man in a tee shirt, sport coat, and Nike Shox is seen looking at a Pop Tart box and then scribbling something on a notebook, except the pen he is using writes with shit, literal shit, and not ink.”
“Oh, subtle. Real Subtle!”