Doesn’t Like Dem Apples
(I talk in my sleep and my boyfriend likes to recount the stories to me, much to my horror.)
Boyfriend: “You were taking again last night.”
Me: “Oh, god,. What now?”
Boyfriend: “Something about how the apples were coming and we needed to get things ready for them. Then you stopped.”
Me: “What is wrong with my brain?”
Boyfriend: “Then you looked up five minutes later and asked if they were here yet.”
Me: *facepalm*
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?