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    It’s Going To Be A Long Day

    | Oregon, USA |

    Me: “What type of internet do you have?”

    Customer: “Internet Explorer.”

    Me: “No, sorry, I meant what type of internet, like your ISP?”

    Customer: “Internet.”

    Me: “No, what type.”

    Customer: “Uh…modem?”

    Me: “What kind of modem?”

    Customer: “Black.”

    Me: “Is it plugged into a phone cable or a coaxial cable? Like a cable you’d plug into your TV.”

    Customer: “It’s plugged in to…the wall.”

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    A Sign Of A Long Day

    Not To La-boar The Point

    | California, USA |

    Me: “Hello, welcome to [store]. What would you like, sir?”

    Customer: “Actually, I have a question. What is ham made of?”

    Me: “It’s made of pigs.”

    Customer: “Pigs? What are pigs made of?”

    Me: “Pigs, the animal.”

    Customer: *confused look*

    Me: “Oink oink.”

    Customer: “Oh! Does that mean it’s not vegan?”

    H2Slow

    | Australia |

    Customer: “Hello. I bought this phone from you and I accidentally got some orange juice on it.”

    Me: “Okay, well if it didn’t get too much on it, it might be okay. Is it turning on?”

    Customer: “No.”

    (I take the phone and it has a lot of moisture damage.)

    Me: “It looks like there’s quite a lot of juice on this.”

    Customer: “Oh that’s not juice. I ran it under the tap to get the juice off!”

    This. Is. High Bar-ta.

    | Toronto, ON, Canada |

    (I coach an Advanced Recreational group of kids aged 11-14. I’m spotting one of the boys on the high bar when his arm slips and he elbows me in the face.)

    Me: “Thanks. Please try not to do that again.”

    Child: “Sorry!” *laughs*

    (He tries it again, and elbows me in the face again. This time, my lip is bleeding so I go over to the door to spit the blood out of my mouth into the garbage. As I’m doing this, one of the dads that is watching from the lobby runs in.)

    Dad: “That was freakin’ amazing!”

    Me: “What was?”

    Dad: “From the lobby, it looked like he elbowed you in the face, you thanked him and asked him for another. Then you came and spat your blood into the garbage as a show of dominance over the rest of them. FRICKIN’ AWESOME!” *high fives me*

    Another Kid For Brangelina

    | London, UK | Top

    (I am the elf at a Santa’s Grotto display in a shopping centre. A very well-dressed, eloquent boy, no older than 5, sits on Santa’s lap.)

    Santa: “Merry Christmas, young sir! Have you been a good boy this year?”

    Boy: “Oh yes, Santa! I’ve been extra good all this year because mummy and daddy said if I am extra good, I can have whatever I want!”

    (Santa looks up to the smiling parents, who are nodding approvingly.)

    Santa: “Well, it does seem you have been EXTRA good this year! What would you like?”

    Boy: “Angelina Jolie.”

    (Santa looks again at the parents, who continue to smile and nod like this is a standard request.)

    Santa:“You’d like Angelina Jolie for Christmas?”

    Boy: “Because I’ve been extra good!”

    Santa: “I’m sorry little guy, I don’t think she would fit in my sack.”

    Boy: “Oh don’t worry, I don’t want Brad Pitt. You can give him to someone else!”

    Also seen on: Not Always Romantic

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