• corsicanguppy@lemmy.ca
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    My mother’s house used a cuckoo sound: when it was dinner time, her mom would summon the kids home with the loudest of cuckoos that could be heard for blocks around. Kids who didn’t present for dinner … didn’t get dinner.

    This has become a running joke even amongst us grandkids, and the cousins all joke about it. But when I was on the other side of a LONG ferry queue (reminiscient of a wally-world parking lot) I heard the lilting tones on the wind of a far-off ‘cuc-koooooo’ and there was the (ex-army, some related voice-training) sibing waving enthusiastically.

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    Back when malls were really a thing, I once walked past a friend in one without noticing her. She apparently noticed me, though, and happened to be walking past a police officer.

    This was in roughly 2001, so well before ACAB was a thing.

    She briefly addressed the officer, told him my full name, and asked him to get my attention. He turned around and shouted my name in a very authoritarian manner. It was alarming, but I can’t deny it got my attention.

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    3 days ago

    My spouse and I often play Marco Polo if we ever get separated in a small store or somewhere. Many times the local college students join in. It’s always funny

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      I haven’t heard that since the Revenge of the Nerds movies – and what a mess those were.

  • snrkl@lemmus.org
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    2 days ago

    I have family who worked in casinos all their lives, and they use the kissing sound they’re taught to use when working in the casino when out and about.