Mmm, Hemoglobin

| Lancashire, UK | Uncategorized

(I am cleaning down the kitchen and I manage to cut my hand rather badly. There are no bandages in the kitchen so I wrap it in a cloth and go to find my manager out front.)

Customer: “Excuse me, we’re ready to order our dessert.”

Me: “I’m sorry, I’m just trying to find a bandage at the moment. Could it wait a minute?”

Customer: “Well, I only wanted some ice cream.”

Me: *shows hand* “You want blood with that?”

Customer: “Chocolate sauce, maybe?”