That’s Not A Raisin In The Rum And Raisin
(My brother and I are eating ice cream. My mum, sitting out enjoying the sun with us, sees a large fly on the table, and squishes it with a fork. Dad emerges from the caravan.)
Dad: “Ooh, ice cream! Mine!”
(Dad grabs the fly-splattered fork, and goes for my brother’s bowl.)
Brother: “Don’t!”
Me: “It’s all—”
Mum: “Nooo!”
(We’re too late. He manages to get a scoop and eats it. He grins at us, and then sees our faces.)
Dad: “What?”
Mum: “There was a fly on that.”
Dad: “What?! Why didn’t you tell me?” *pauses* “Well that explains the taste.”
Question of the Week
Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.