Coffe Anyone?

The following conversation was heard while waiting in line at Border's Cafe.

The lady in front of me had ordered two DIFFERENT cappuchinos and a chocolate donut. My kinda gal! She left her boyfriend at the counter to pick up the drinks. The cafe worker (slave) put the drinks down with a less than ethusiastic "There ya go." The boyfriend stared dumbly at the drinks and asked "Which one is the chocolate one?" The slave responsed with a sarcastic smirk, "The BROWN ONE."

Chocolate girl returned demanding to be fed. Boyfriend appologized for not knowing which drink was hers. She immediately stated, "It's that one." After taking a large, satisfying gulp she simply stated "Right" You go girl!

I ordered my Mocha Cappochino with whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top.

How to be an Idiot

I had hurt my back quite badly and was flat on my back when the following scence took place:

Child1: MOOOOMMM!! JD just called me an idiot! And for no apparent reason at all!
Child2: NO, no, no! I didn't call anyone an idiot! I don't say idiot!
Mom: You're both idiots! Get on your beds, now!

Don't mess with Mom, especially when I'm in pain. And not one person in my family offered me chocolate!