No Need To Panic!
(My fiancée and I have just finished grocery shopping and are driving home. We are listening to a ‘Panic! at the Disco’ CD as we pull into the driveway.)
Me: “Huh. I kind of liked what they did with some of the lyrics in that song.”
Fiancée: “Yeah, they’re pretty cool.”
Me: “But I couldn’t understand all of them. What exactly was one line? Take the something off the sheets?”
Fiancée: “I actually don’t know.”
Me: *fake pouty* “God, [Fiancée]! Why do I even keep you around if you can’t remember Panic! at the Disco lyrics?”
Fiancée: “Sex?”
Me: “…Right.”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
