It happened an innocent day, the 25th of February, when an older gentleman in a nice sweater and khakis came in.
And held a fork to eye level.
Me: .....HI THERE! How can I help you?!
Him: Well, I left here a minute ago and went to the bank, and I thought I'd bring you your fork back!
Me: My fork... um, I'm sorry?
I was understandably confused.
Him: Sometimes, I put the forks in my pocket and forget when I leave the resteraunt.
He smiled like a dog with a dead mouse.
Him: I just decided to bring this back to you!
And he pointed in the air, happily.
Me: Uhm... thanks.
And he left. I picked up the fork by the handle, and turned away from the man. The door slammed as he exited. I was suddenly confused.
Me: Did... did I just THANK a shoplifter?
EDIT: I posted a cute comic about it on this thread.
And held a fork to eye level.
Me: .....HI THERE! How can I help you?!
Him: Well, I left here a minute ago and went to the bank, and I thought I'd bring you your fork back!
Me: My fork... um, I'm sorry?
I was understandably confused.
Him: Sometimes, I put the forks in my pocket and forget when I leave the resteraunt.
He smiled like a dog with a dead mouse.
Him: I just decided to bring this back to you!
And he pointed in the air, happily.
Me: Uhm... thanks.
And he left. I picked up the fork by the handle, and turned away from the man. The door slammed as he exited. I was suddenly confused.
Me: Did... did I just THANK a shoplifter?
EDIT: I posted a cute comic about it on this thread.


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