In a cafe in Atwater, two workers at the counter. One is a rosy-cheeked gentleman, the other is a lean New Yorker-looking mature woman -- probably the owner.
A customer walks up as ABBA blares over the speakers. The owner professes her hatred of ABBA. The gentleman and the customer say they love it, and start to sing along.
Owner: Is this seriously happening? Am I in an alternate reality??
Customer: You're in the ABBA reality.
Owner: NO. I've never been there, and never will.
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