Misery Demands Company

(I work at a food stand that only sells a few things. It’s early on a weekday and few people want to buy what I sell before dinnertime. There is a Latin music show going on in the open-air theater across from me, and since I’ve already cleaned everything that can be cleaned and I am rather bored, I’m dancing to the music a bit. An old man walks up to my counter.)

Me: *stops dancing* “Hi, what can I get you sir?”

Customer: “You look like you’re having fun, young lady.”

Me: “It’s pretty slow today, so we try to keep ourselves entertained. What would you like today?”

Customer: “You’re not allowed to have fun when you work at a place like this. I would know. I worked at a place like this once.”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry, sir. Can I get you anything?”

Customer: “No, just don’t have too much fun!”