Not Really Feline Those Flavors
(A chain ice-cream restaurant has recently opened up close to home. My five-year-old brother and I have always wanted to eat there because of the ice cream. Our parents don’t want to because the hot food they serve is frankly terrible. I am eight years old.)
Dad: “You don’t want to eat at [ice-cream restaurant].”
Brother: “Yes, we do!”
Dad: “Well, you know what they make the burgers out of, right?”
Me: “No…”
Dad: “What’s ice cream made of?”
Brother: “Milk?”
Dad: “That’s right! And cats really like milk, so they must really like ice cream.”
Me: “Yeah…”
Dad: “So, there should be a lot of cats hanging out in the parking lot, right?”
Brother: “Yeah…”
Dad: “Have you ever seen a cat in the parking lot [ice cream restaurant]?”
(My brother and I shake our heads in growing horror.)
Dad: “Why do you think that is? Well, let’s go out to dinner!”
Brother: “No! We don’t want to eat there anymore!”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?