A Conversation Breast Left Alone, Part 2

(I’m at work. I’ve just finished making a sandwich for a very exhausted looking gentleman who has two very energetic kids. He goes to pay for his food and his kids start running around screaming. He tries to stop them, then just sighs and starts getting his money out. Another customer in line starts chatting with him.)

Woman: *referring to his kids* “Oh, I know the feeling, trust me.”

Man: “Well, it’s an improvement from yesterday I suppose. Yesterday he was running around screaming, ‘Boobies!’.”