Back To The Dinner Table
Dad: *leaving me a voicemail* “So if you’re not doing anything, why don’t you come over after work yesterday for dinner?”
Me: *leaving voicemail for him in response* “Sorry dad, I can’t remember which decade I parked the Time Machine in, so yesterday might not work. How does tomorrow sound?”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?