I’ve been living on nothing but chicken soup for two days now (I’m sick), and yesterday I heated some up and left the remainder in the pot on the stove. Later I returned to it, reheated it and ladled it into my bowl. Just then I looked down and actually said OUT LOUD:
“Oh My God- there’s a fly in my soup!”
ten seconds later my sense of humor caught up and I nearly died from the ensuing coughing/laughing fit.
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I actually used that line on a customer I was waiting on. Of course, it wasn’t in her soup, it was in her shrimp. There was a pause of about three seconds, then her (very large) boyfriend started laughing. Needless to say, I was quite relieved.
I don’t know if it’s as much a joke as it is an anecdote.
A really long one.
The kind where the dumbass just keeps going on and on and you just want to smack him in the head but instead you politely interrupt and ask, “Is there a point to all this?” and he stops for a second with a really blank look on his face and you stand there expectantly, but then he just starts up again in that really annoying nasally monotone of his and you look at your watch and wonder why you bothered to come to this lame party in the first place.