Life Is A Series Of Red Lights
(My three-year-old nephew is in the car with my parents. The car is stopped at a light.)
Nephew: “Go, Papa, go!”
Mom: “We can’t go, [Nephew]. The light is red. Red light means stop!”
Nephew: *gives a big sigh* “Life is hard.”
Question of the Week
Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.
