In which I am speshul...

[candyland]

Today at work, I managed to make a complete moron of myself in front of a customer. Two customers, actually. Best thing ever, let me tell ya...

[The scene: a man and a woman are ordering. He orders a two-entree meal.]
He-Customer: *points to two types of chicken* General, sesame.
Me: *not bothering to think before I speak* General Sesame...any relation to Sgt. Pepper?
*collective dotdotdot*
Me: *palm meets forehead* That was awful.

It's official--on occasion, I really do redefine what it means to be an idiot. Oh well. They did laugh, though, so I guess it was okay. That's what I get for listening to Beatles' music before I go to work ^^;;

But I must ask...what if we all really do live in a yellow submarine? It must be so crowded!

Oh oh oh--hey, msbbt? What're you doing tomorrow? Like, in case I decided to randomly kidnap you for random naughtiness lunch? *halos and sparkles with innocence*

Comments

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

*giggles* YAYS! I are speshul! :D :D :D

General Sesame...Sgt. Pepper...Colonel Mustard...you are made of win, and I think you now own a small piece of my soul :D

*is in a weird mood right now*

[gynophobia.livejournal.com]

*pokes* TV SERIES!!! xD

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

And we shall call it The Spice Boys!

*clobbered*

[gynophobia.livejournal.com]

YESH! And the theme song shall be "If you wanna eat my chicken"! *ded*

[candy--chan.livejournal.com]

...you are made of so much win :D