Monday, June 30, 2008

Getting the Word Out

Saturday night we went to dinner at Panera Bread for a cup of Chicken Noodle soup and half a Turkey Artichoke Panini. Yum.

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?


Shannon said...

LMFAO. I'm totally cracking up about the guy telling you all about his ninja books.

Colleen said...

You married a smart lady. You knew that, didn't you?

Vivian said...

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?

Raicheal said...

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.