Salad Is Good For Your Braaaaaaaain
(My teenage son is a notoriously fussy eater. He has just got home from school and I have made dinner.)
Me: “Eat the salad.”
Son: “No. it’s gross. I don’t like vegetables.”
Husband: “Your mother made dinner. You should eat it.”
Me: “It has meat in it.”
Son: “But they’re touching the vegetables, gross. Anyway, I’m not feeling too well. I think I’ll just go to bed.”
(He takes an uncharacteristically early night, and I do the dishes, before my husband and I settle down in front of the TV. Every channel is alarmingly indicating that the zombie apocalypse has started. I am about to go warn my son, when I see him shuffling down the stairs, with a dead look in his eyes.)
Me: “[Son]?”
(He merely grunts, wanders over to the salad, sniffs out the meat, and starts eating it. My husband walks slowly backwards and get a kitchen knife.)
Me: “[Husband]! No, don’t!”
Husband: “It’s hard to accept, I know, dear. But our son isn’t our son anymore.”
Me: “Yes, I know, but at least wait a minute!”
Husband: “Why!?”
Me: “He’s finally eating my salad!”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?