There’s Something Fishy About This Chicken

This is a story a friend told me recently. She’s a manager at a local burger joint near Dallas, and they have Fried Fish Fridays. They have a regular who calls them on Saturday to complain about their fish basket. Every time the conversation goes like this:

Regular: “I didn’t get my fish basket. You gave me chicken instead. I want a refund!”

Friend: “Really? That’s surprising, since we don’t have chicken on our menu. Can you bring the basket back in?”

Regular: “No, I was hungry. I ate it all.”

Friend: “I’m afraid we can’t give you a refund unless you bring the basket in.”

Regular: “How was I supposed to know you gave me chicken?! I’m not driving ten miles back just because you made the mistake. Next time, don’t put chicken in my fish basket!”

Friend: “I can promise you there won’t be chicken in your basket next time. Especially since we don’t sell chicken…”