We Should All Have A Sausage Man As A Friend
(I am at a restaurant with my dad. He’s in his 60s, and not an unintelligent person, but he never did well in school, and he frequently asks me how to spell certain words. He also has a very… unusual sense of humor.)
Dad: “[My Name], how do you spell ‘sausage’?”
Me: “S-A-U-S-A-G-E.”
Dad: “Thank you. I’m texting my friend Jim the Sausage Man.”
(He went on texting as if that was a totally normal thing to say.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever met a customer who thought the world revolved around them?
