Within my first hour of work today, I have heard the following.
I discussed with my grandfather about how eating at Pizza Ranch really is like dinner theater. He quite loves to watch the less than trim ladies with tweety bird shorts mow down on pepperoni delights.
And this gem:
joe: i was a flower child
dad: if i ever let him, joe would tell you quite the stories of his youth
joe: I could have been poster child.
me: for an a&e reality rehab show?
joe: .....no, at the post office....