How To Be “Not Wrong” In The Most Wrong Possible Way

(I work at a popular fast food restaurant that is known, among other things, for its cardboard crowns. This happens after I’ve finished taking the orders of a man and his son, who looks about four or five years old.)

Me: *to the son* “And would you like a crown?”

Son: “I’m not a f****** baby, you stupid c***.”

(Shocked, I look to the father to see how he’ll react, but he just shrugs.)

Father: “Well, he’s not wrong.”