The Apple Of My iRene
Mum: “I want a blueberry!”
Me: “Er, you don’t have to tell me. Just go to the supermarket and buy some.”
Mum: “No! I want a blueberry! Like Aunty Irene’s!”
Me: “Ya, you said. Why do you want just one? And why is Aunty Irene’s so special?”
Mum: “I only need one. So that I can email, of course!”
Me: “Oh! Yeah, those aren’t called blueberries.”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
