Unfiltered Story #57064

(This exchange happens as I’m leaving after a long shift, and turning the kitchen over to the owner and another coworker.)

Me: “Alright, I’m finally leaving. See you tomorrow, [Coworker], [Owner]. Oh, yeah, [Owner], don’t forget that pasta ball in the fridge!”

Owner: “What would be the proper attire for a Pasta Ball, anyway?”

Me: *pause* A bow tie.” *waggles eyebrows like Groucho Marx*

Owner: *snort*

Coworker: “Go home, [My Name]. That was terrible.”