Last week the barbecue joint sent out a bulk mailer to the local neighborhoods, and interest from potential customers has been sparked. Business has picked up, and we are now constantly getting calls asking for general info such as our hours of operation and where the nearest cross street would be. But every now and then we get a call that proves morons still lurk amongst the gentry. Allow me to provide an example:
The phone rang, and Tracey the waitress-goddess answered with, “Bar BQ! May I help you?” and the voice on the line asked, “Do you serve barbecue food?”
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What kind of fucking idiot asks that question? Is the name of the restaurant not a sufficient clue? Has barbecue suddenly come to mean pan-Asian fusion?
Fucking moron…
2 comments:
Did they ask if your refrigerator was running or if you had Prince Albert in a can?
Jim Browski says:
Thats funny and cute, but come on... are you saying that you are surprised at just how moronic our society has become?
One word....."Idiocracy" (Ow, my balls!)
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