Scene: The supermarket express checkout lane.
Clerk: "Good afternoon. How are you?"
John (setting his tea on the counter): "I'm fine. And yourself?"
Clerk: "I'm good, thanks. (Rings up tea purchase) That'll be $6.60."
John: "Oh darn. Just six cents more and I could have had (raises hands in clawed parodies of ecstasy; makes his voice deeper and more raspy; going for a Church Lady voice, but probably making it closer to something Lovecraftian ) TEA of the DEVIL!"
Clerk: . . . (clearly re-winding the conversation in her head to see how it so quickly jumped the track)
John: . . . (lowers hands, schools face back to semblance of normalcy)
Clerk: "Oh. Uh. Ha ha. Here's your change. Have a good day."
John: "Thanks; you, too." (Wishes he could work "Beast of the Apocalypso" into the conversation but restrains himself.)
Now of course I wonder what the numerology of 660 is....