She Needs Some Flu Powder
(My husband calls me on his way home from work. He knows that I’m feeling quite sick, and that it is possibly the flu.)
Husband: “Hey, how are you feeling?”
Me: “Ugh. Let’s see… death warmed over would be a step up.”
Husband: “And after that is death freshly cooked?”
Me: “Yes, death freshly prepared with a nice side salad.”
Husband: “We are not ‘death eaters’ in our home, young lady!”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?