At work today, we had this fat guy come in who wanted to make an appointment with the optometrist. I smiled at him like I do at all the customers. "Darling," he said, "I've got a wedding ring. You might need to have your eyes checked." I'm never smiling again. I'm dumbemployed.
Filed Under: Customers ( optometrist appointments reception )
Dumbemployed: Hilariously Dumb and Sad But True Stories about Jobs Like Yours
by Phil Edwards and Matt Kraft
