Risk Of Verbal Poop
(My boyfriend and I are on vacation. We decide to find a restaurant to eat out at instead of making something back at the beach house.)
Me: *driving the car as we decide on a place to eat* “I could go for some pasta, what do you think?”
Boyfriend: “Sure. You said that place we went to on your last trip had some of the best fettuccine you’ve ever tasted.”
Me: “It was, but it was so rich it didn’t sit well. We only got to see half of Ripley’s museum because of it.”
Boyfriend: “We’re going right back to the beach house after we eat, so that makes it less of a problem.”
Me: “I’m not sure I want to be running to the bathroom all the time. Kind of takes away from enjoying our together time tonight.”
Boyfriend: “I think there’s another restaurant up this way that has good reviews. I don’t know what they serve though. I’m sure we can check the menu before getting a table.”
Me: “Hopefully if they do have fettuccine, it won’t be the type that leaves me in the bathroom.”
Boyfriend: “Don’t want to have any poop-uccine.”
Me: “It’s… wait… Did you just say…”
Boyfriend: “Poop-uccine? Yeah.”
Me: *fighting back a giggle* “No, I don’t think I want any poop-uccine.”
Boyfriend: “Then let’s find some non poop-uccine!”
Me: *now laughing* “Poop-uccine is a terrible thing!”
Boyfriend: “Poop-uccine!”
Me: “Poop-uccine!”
Boyfriend: “Poop-uccine, poop-uccine, poop-uccine!”
(We go back and forth like this laughing hysterically for a good fifteen minutes before finally going into a restaurant. In the lobby, we look at the menus to see what they have. My boyfriend points to fettuccine on the menu.)
Boyfriend: “I’ll be back in a moment.”
(He retreats to the restroom as I get a table.)
Waiter: “Do you know what you’d like to order?”
Boyfriend: “I’ll take a root beer and a fettuccine alfredo.”
(The waiter departs.)
Boyfriend: “I went to the bathroom to say fettuccine over and over until I was absolutely sure it was what I would say.”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?