The Measure Of A Man Face
(My mother comes into my room while I’m in the middle of sewing.)
Mom: “Are you done with the tape measurer?”
Me: “I am at the moment. Why? I’ll need it again shortly.”
Mom: “Your dad needs it.”
Me: “For what?”
Mom: “He needs to measure his mustache.”
Me: *confused face before I burst out laughing*
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
