That Isn’t Gouda
(There is a lump of something on the kitchen table, wrapped in a newspaper. My sister is nearby, playing with her three-year-old daughter.)
Me: “What is that?”
Sister: “Oh, [Daughter] just pooped. Don’t mind it.”
Me: “Uh… so you decided to wrap it up and put in on the table?”
Sister: “What? No, no. That’s the cheese I bought from the fair. I thought you were asking about the smell.”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?