There were two young brothers in line with with their parents in front of me. One was about eight, the other about six. The older brother was asking the younger one where various food items come from. Here are parts of their actual conversation:
Older Brother: Where does ham come from?
Younger Brother: Chicken!
Older Brother: Where does ketchup come from?
Younger Brother: Plants! (I'll give him partial credit for that one)
Older Brother: Where does bread come from?
Younger Brother: Oh, I know... Cows - the booby part!
HAHAHAHAHA! It took a lot for me not to bust out laughing. So maybe the kids weren't the brightest bulbs, but I have a feeling that it isn't their fault. While the kids were debating where chicken nuggets come from, their mother was placing their order at the counter:
Mother: I'll have a Bacon Beef & Cheddar with American cheese.
Cashier: Um, the Bacon Beef & Cheddar comes with cheddar cheese.
Mother: But I only like American cheese.
Cashier: We don't have American cheese here.
Mother: (disgusted sigh) You don't have any American cheese at all?
Cashier: No, only cheddar.
Mother: (after a long pause) FINE! Forget it. Give me an order of mozzarella sticks.
I'm surprised she didn't order the mozzarella sticks made with American cheese.
2 comments:
Arby's is so classy...and you just have to wonder if they put it across the road from Wal Mart on purpose? Those are both such classy places.
Well said.
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