Not Feeling This Story Anymore

(I work in the fitting room. One of my duties is answering all incoming telephone calls. One day it is rather slow. A coworker is hanging out near the fitting room, and we are chatting.)

Coworker: “When I was in high school, my youth pastor would have us all over to his house and—”

(The phone rings.)

Coworker: “—I’ll finish my story after you get that.”

Me: *not really paying much attention to what I’m saying* “Thank you for calling [Store]. How may I feel you today?”

(My coworker bursts out laughing. I don’t know if the customer notices, because she doesn’t say anything about it, just asks to be transferred to a certain department.)

Coworker: “I’m not going to finish my story. It can’t compete with that.”