Real Job

Customer :Do you have any London Broils?

Me: I’m sorry, sir.  I'm out right now. I’ll have some tomorrow, but I don’t have any right now.

Customer : That's fucking great! What the fuck are we going to eat now?

His wife: Honey,  it's okay.  Don't talk to him like that.

Customer : Fuck that.  If he doesn't want to be talked too like this,  he'd have a real job.