He Only Wants The White Meat
(I am working on a till at a popular fast food restaurant, where we serve fried chicken. One of the more popular drinks is a white chocolate milkshake. I have just finished handing out an order when a father and his son come up to the counter.)
Me: “Hi there! Welcome to [name of restaurant]. Can I take your order?”
Father: “Yes. Can I have a white chocolate chicken meal and a fried milkshake?”
Me: *thinking I’ve misheard* “I’m very sorry; what did you say?”
Father: *irritated* “A white chocolate chicken meal, and a fried milkshake!”
(I look at the son, and we both exchange puzzled looks.)
Father: “Look, it’s just a white chocolate chicken meal and a fried milkshake! What’s so hard—”
(The son bursts out laughing; the father looks down confused.)
Father: “What? You did want a white choco—”
Son: “Dad! Think about what you just said!”
Father: “I remember! A white chocolate chi—”
(He suddenly realizes what he has said before, and covers his eyes with his hand.)
Father: “I didn’t just say that, did I?”
Son: “You did!”
Father: “Very sorry about that. A white chocolate MILKSHAKE, and a fried chicken meal, please?”