It’s rainy and cold. I have work to do and my personal chef has the night off. I decide to order Chinese. The delivery man shows up and stands in the open doorway.
Delivery man: 19.55$ please.
Me: Please come in. I have a cat and I don’t want him to get out in the rain.
Delivery man: You have a cat, hey? If he’s real fat, I’ll give you 5 bucks for him.
Me: …
He really said that? I can’t believe it.
miow goo guy pen! GLURP!
5 piastre pour un gros chat? pfff, mon restaurant chinois donne 7.50$…j’ai pay� mes �tudes avec �a (kidding).
C’est d�geulasse, je mange plus au chinois jamais.
Excellent
vraiment
excellent!
Maybe he was working for the covert wing of Feline Weightwatchers?
They give you $5 as a deposit, take the cat away for an intensive regime of steam baths and lentil soup then return it 2 weeks later lithe, sleek and raring to go. That’s when they sting you for the $150 consultancy fee.
Or perhaps not.
NO! He said that?? HAHAHA
He’s ballsy.
Had he said it to me, I’d have laughed. My cat is fat and grumpy. She deserves the fat jokes.
Actually, after I was sure that I heard him right, I just burst out laughing and he looked pleased with himself (the delivery man, not the cat – who is not fat, by the way). The delivery man said he really freaked out a lady with that joke once.
I gave him a good tip but I kept my cat.