This Isn’t Team Jacob

(In our ice cream shop, we have a deal where kids can get an ice cream cone with free sprinkles if they wear their team uniform. This is written on a big sign on the window. A family buys ice cream, and I charge them for sprinkles.)

Customer: “Hey! You! Come over here!”

Me: “Is there a problem, sir?”

Customer: “Read this sign to me.”

Me: “Get an ice cream cone with free sprinkles–”

Customer: “Exactly! Free sprinkles! You charged me for these. Can’t you read?”

Me: “Get an ice cream cone with free sprinkles if you wear your team uniform.”

Customer: “Oh, well this is my team uniform!”

(He’s wearing a black t-shirt and jeans.)

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but that’s not going to work.”

Customer: “Well, I’m never coming back here again!”