Unfiltered Story #168970

A very nice young man comes every morning to my cafeteria for breakfast, usually a bagel or salad. If there is no one in line, he always asks about my health or what have I done during weekend. Now, as the summer ended, we replaced the ice cream machine with a grill, and we are selling deep fried pork. He can´t have enough of it. Today, just as he was putting another heaping on his plate, he shot me a look:
Customer: “Mrs.(My name), did anybody every referred to you as “femme fatale”?”
Me (taken aback): “Uh…no…never! Why?”
Customer (in tragic voice): “Because my fate is apprently to die of overeating AND IT IS ON YOU!”