When I walked in the manager took my order.
Manager: I can help you over here sir.
George: Alright.
M: How are you doing tonight?
G: Pretty good. How are you doing?
M: I am tired. Overworked and Underpayed. (Nice response from a Manager.)
G: Welcome to the working world.
He took my order.
M: So, what does "Ninjabetic" mean? (I was wearing my shirt)
G: Well I am a diabetic...
M: And you're a Ninja?
G: Yeah I am. It takes being a ninja to live sucessfully with Diabetes.
With that he started telling me about this book all about ninjas that I just "had" to read and how awesome all things ninja are. He was an even bigger dork than I am which surprised me.
My wife and I walked over to the soda machine and I told her that he was the first person who had ever asked me what that meant.
She replied, "You are gonna blog about this aren't you?"
Does she know me or what?
4 comments:
LMFAO. I'm totally cracking up about the guy telling you all about his ninja books.
You married a smart lady. You knew that, didn't you?
I love this story so much. Oh and I get that response from my family all the time. Do you think they have all learned to accept that everything WILL be blogged about?
That's fantastic. I'm glad I didn't end up working for Panera Bread...
You should have told him the shirts are for sale.
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