So... earlier this past year when Covid first started getting bad and a little scary, I was at a liquor store near closing. An employee brought out a wheelie bin to collect trash from the registers and the cans at the door.
It rattled and clattered, making a hell of a racket as it rolled. So, like any sensable person would, she called out "bring out your dead" in a flat monotone as she went.
Dark? Oh yes. Inappropriate? Probably. Hilarious and the laugh we all needed? Absolutely.
I decided to get in on the act as I walked to the back, calling out, "I'm not dead yet," "I'm feeling better," and "I think I'll go for a waaaalk."
This made it even better and the people at the front, employees and customers alike were in stitches.
It rattled and clattered, making a hell of a racket as it rolled. So, like any sensable person would, she called out "bring out your dead" in a flat monotone as she went.
Dark? Oh yes. Inappropriate? Probably. Hilarious and the laugh we all needed? Absolutely.
I decided to get in on the act as I walked to the back, calling out, "I'm not dead yet," "I'm feeling better," and "I think I'll go for a waaaalk."
This made it even better and the people at the front, employees and customers alike were in stitches.