Monday, August 3, 2009
Me: “How would you like your steak, sir?”
Customer: “Alive.”
Me: “I’m sorry?”
Customer: “Alive. I want it alive.”
Me: “I’m not sure I get you sir - do you mean rare?”
Customer: “No. Alive! When I poke my fork in, it will have to say ‘MOO!’”
Me: “…I’m not sure we can arrange that for you, sir. It’s impossible.”
Customer: “You’re saying it’s impossible for you to bring a cow in here?”
Me: “That’s right, sir.”
Customer: “OK, I’ll have mine well done then.”
http://notalwaysright.com/page/14
why we love stupidity: its laughable.
<3
x7:34 PM.
>Monday, August 3, 2009
Me: “How would you like your steak, sir?”
Customer: “Alive.”
Me: “I’m sorry?”
Customer: “Alive. I want it alive.”
Me: “I’m not sure I get you sir - do you mean rare?”
Customer: “No. Alive! When I poke my fork in, it will have to say ‘MOO!’”
Me: “…I’m not sure we can arrange that for you, sir. It’s impossible.”
Customer: “You’re saying it’s impossible for you to bring a cow in here?”
Me: “That’s right, sir.”
Customer: “OK, I’ll have mine well done then.”
http://notalwaysright.com/page/14
why we love stupidity: its laughable.
<3
//7:34 PM
