A Scarred Childhood
(My tiny two-year-old daughter excitedly runs up to me.)
Daughter: “Mummy, can I tell you a secret?”
Me: “Sure, you can.”
(I bend over so my daughter can whisper in my ear. Unexpectedly, she speaks in a low, demonic whisper.)
Daughter: “I. Killed. Mufasa.”
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Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?