Years ago, every Sunday after church, it was a tradition for my family to stop by Dunkin' Donuts and get a dozen donuts to bring home for breakfast. Well, my dad went in there this one time to pick them. He came out with a story he tells to this day about a moronic customer:
So Dad is waiting in line, and this lady in front him steps up to the cashier and asks (and I believe this story is 100% true),
"Do you carry low-cal donuts?"
Whenever my dad tells this story, he always shakes his head at the stupidity of it all and say,
"Lady, will you listen to yourself?! They're donuts... fried dough! They're delicious, but..."
So Dad is waiting in line, and this lady in front him steps up to the cashier and asks (and I believe this story is 100% true),
"Do you carry low-cal donuts?"
Whenever my dad tells this story, he always shakes his head at the stupidity of it all and say,
"Lady, will you listen to yourself?! They're donuts... fried dough! They're delicious, but..."
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