me: i'd like a shamrock shake.guy: we're out.
me: you're out?
guy: we're out. [hollering at the manager] we don't have shamrock shakes no more, do we?
manager: no, we're out.
me: you're out? but it's still march!
guy: we ran out of the syrup.
manager: our distributer ran out. you can't get it here, brooklyn park, brooklyn center, roseville, nowhere...they're gone.
and that was that. :(
2 comments:
Oh, heavens. That truly is a sad story.
i know! even down to the grammar!
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