Garden Of Death
(My sister pushes her laptop across the table.)
Sister: “Look what I’m getting for my garden!”
Me: “A rock that says ‘Planted in memory of my mother’?”
Sister: “Yes! I’m putting them by the azaleas we’re planting because they’re her favorite!”
Me: “…Mom’s not dead yet.”
Sister: “But she’s going to die someday! This is just preemptive!”
(Our mother got a kick out of it, at least.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
