Archive for the ‘Out to Lunch’ Category

Fill It Up with Reg­u­lar and Check the Tires, Please

Em­ploy­ee #1: May I take your or­der, please?
Dri­ve-thru cus­tomer: I want a Dou­ble Whop­per, plain — on­ly cheese and a lit­tle mus­tard.
Em­ploy­ee #1: … I’m sor­ry, we don’t sell Dou­ble Whop­pers here.
Cus­tomer: Oh, you don’t? Okay, let me get just a Whop­per, then.
Em­ploy­ee #2: Sir, we don’t sell Whop­pers. This is Wendy’s.
Cus­tomer, un­fazed: Oh. Okay then.

1066 In­de­pen­dence Boule­vard
Nor­folk, Vir­ginia

Over­heard by: wage slave

12PM Goodbye/Welcome Lunch

Su­per­vi­sor: Be sure to meet in the large con­fer­ence room for the in­tern’s good­bye lunch at noon.
Em­ploy­ee: Is [An­drew] leav­ing?
Su­per­vi­sor: No, it’s for [Bren­da], [Andrew]‘s been hired full time, so no lunch.
Em­ploy­ee: Well, what about the new em­ploy­ee wel­come lunch?
Su­per­vi­sor: Okay, fine…it’s to­day at noon.

201 Con­necti­cut Av­enue NW
Wash­ing­ton, DC

Un­like the Rest of You Grab­by Mc­Grab­ber­sons

Of­fice bim­bo #1, at an of­fice potluck: Well, I knew she would like my buns bet­ter than John’s. His buns are all squishy and white, mine have seeds and nuts in them.
Of­fice bim­bo #2: Well, I am glad she just kept her hands off of my buns.

Al­bu­querque, New Mex­i­co

Over­heard by: Mon­i­tor of the Bore-ato­ri­um

Scoo­by-Doo: Ruh-Roh, Rag­gy!

Four-year-old boy: Mom…mom, I have to go pot­ty.
Mom: Okay… Just a minute.
Four-year-old boy: Mom… Mom…I have to gooooo.
Mom: Okay…I said in just a minute.
Grand­moth­er (stand­ing up): I’ll take him.
Mom: That’s okay, I’ll take him.
(grand­moth­er turns away to sit down)
Four-year-old boy: Mom, I just got­ta go to!
Mom: Okay hon­ey… Just hold it for one sec­ond!
Four-year-old boy: Hold what?

Mex­i­can Restau­rant
Huntsville, Al­aba­ma

Over­heard by: Mel­o­nia S