At the auto repair shop, many customers treat the service manager as their psychologist. She hears WAAAY more than she needs to, to help them get their cars fixed (not their karma.)
Today was a high water mark in the annals of Too Much Information.
A family that has several cars serviced regularly was in today; actually it was the Boyfriend and Mom (of the boyfriend's GF) dropping off his car.
As they were writing up the needed repairs, he was stammering and having difficulty describing the needed repairs. The Mom asked him what was wrong, and he said that he and his girlfriend were having a fight via text message.
He then hands the Mom his cell phone with the offending message onscreen. She read it aloud.
"I have the taste of some other guy's cum in my mouth!" Manager goes
Not something you hear every day at work here. You'd think it would end here, but the trainwreck was still going.
There is a pause, and the Mom says, "I don't understand. What is cum?"
The Boyfriend roared, SPERM!
The manager said, "You should delete all those negative texts... and don't show her MOM that!"
She managed to get them written up and on their way, though there was too much more info shared along the way. Now after work, we are busting up laughing about it.
Today was a high water mark in the annals of Too Much Information.
A family that has several cars serviced regularly was in today; actually it was the Boyfriend and Mom (of the boyfriend's GF) dropping off his car.
As they were writing up the needed repairs, he was stammering and having difficulty describing the needed repairs. The Mom asked him what was wrong, and he said that he and his girlfriend were having a fight via text message.
He then hands the Mom his cell phone with the offending message onscreen. She read it aloud.
"I have the taste of some other guy's cum in my mouth!" Manager goes

Not something you hear every day at work here. You'd think it would end here, but the trainwreck was still going.
There is a pause, and the Mom says, "I don't understand. What is cum?"

The Boyfriend roared, SPERM!

The manager said, "You should delete all those negative texts... and don't show her MOM that!"
She managed to get them written up and on their way, though there was too much more info shared along the way. Now after work, we are busting up laughing about it.

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