Thankful But Regretful
(It’s a few hours after Thanksgiving dinner, so naturally everyone overate. We’re sitting in the living room. I get up to get a leftover piece of fudge from the kitchen.)
Dad: *hears Tupperware container being opened* “What are you having?”
Me: “Regrets.”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?