F-U-N-N-Y
I have to poke a little fun at my Dad, here. Bless his heart, I love him, but he is so funny sometimes. He's the funniest when he doesn't mean to be.Dad pulls up to the DQ with a hankering. He wants one of those "moolattes", which the pronounciation of he totally butchers. He knows this. SO...
DQ Girl: May I take your order?
Dad: Aaaaah, yeah. I want one of those aaaaah mmmmm, mmmm, mooooo, m-mooo (sounding like a stuttering cow at this point,decides to spell it.) M-O-O-L-A-T-T-E , please.
DQ Girl (trying to laugh quietly into her apron): Okay, What flavor?
Poor Dad: Aaaah, the Aaaaah Ca-Cap-Cra- uuuh C-A-P-P-U-C-I-N-O.
By this time the girl is draped over the cash register with severe laughter cramps and is unable to speak. So her Co-Worker comes on the speaker and tells Dad to pull around to the window.
Respectful Co-Worker:(hands Dad his drink) Thank You Sir and here is your C-H-A-N-G-E.
posted by Just Me @ 8:48 AM
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