This Joke Is At Least Ten Years Old
(At the time of the story, my future husband and I are still attending university, and we are regulars at the little cafe in the engineering building. Today, I’m particularly hungry.)
Bartender: “G’day. What will you be having?”
Me: “A coffee and one of those…” *pointing at the kourabiedes* “…what’s their name, here.”
Bartender: *offended* “What do you mean, ‘What’s their name’? We’ve had them for ten years, and…”
Husband: “What? We don’t want ten-year-old pastries, man; we want fresh ones!”
(And that’s how we were never allowed into that cafe again.)
Question of the Week
Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.
