Foot In Mouth Disease, Perhaps
(I am sitting alone at my lunch table, waiting for my friends to finish getting their food when a boy I’ve never talked to comes up.)
Boy: “Hey there, [my name]·”
Me: “Uh, hi?”
Boy: “So, I was wondering…”
Me: “What?”
Boy: “Do you have some disease that makes it so you can’t absorb fat correctly?”
Me: “Um, excuse me?”
Boy: “Well, you’re just really skinny.”
Me: “That was the worst pick up line, ever.”
Boy: “I’m sorry. But seriously–no diseases?”
Me: “What? No!”
Boy: *disappointed* “Oh, okay. Well, can I maybe text you sometime?”
Me: “Honestly, no.”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
