Jetting Home

(I am working a closing shift on a Sunday night. Normally this is a very slow shift at our restaurant, but for some reason we are experiencing a rush of customers. After talking to a few of them, my manager deduces that these customers are all coming from a specific location.)

Manager: “These people are all coming home from the New York Jets game.”

(I find this incredible, since the Jets’ stadium is a 2.5-hour drive from our location. However, I decide to get a bit creative in expressing my shock.)

Me: *apparently loud enough for customers to hear* “Are you kidding me?! There are people that LIKE the Jets?!”