Sounds Like A Bad Movie
(My husband and I are laying in bed one night talking. He starts touching my chest.)
Husband: “I love how they feel. They’re all soft.”
Me: “Um, thanks?”
Husband: “Yeah, like rotten tomatoes.”
Me: “Rotten…tomatoes…”
Husband: “You know, they’re all squishy and stuff.”
Me: “Enjoy sleeping way over there by yourself.”
Husband: “Did I say something wrong?”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
