Another One From The Mutant Farm
I’m taking an order from a table of four: two parents and two teenage kids.
Me: “And how would you like your steak, ma’am?”
Mom: “Well done. I don’t want it barking at me.”
I do my darndest to not say anything but the rest of the table is staring at her. Finally…
Son: “Mom… it’s a cow.”
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Turkey From The Mutant Farm
Question of the Week
Tell us about a customer who got caught in a lie!