Polite and Reserved
I live in small town Iowa, where everyone is polite and reserved. One time, I took my then three-year-old nephew out to a restaurant to eat while he was in town to visit me. The man in the next booth looked very frail and had a portable oxygen tank with him.
He had a coughing fit, and my nephew said, “Auntie, that doesn’t sound too good.” That part in and of itself wasn’t so bad.
But then the coughing fit continued, so my nephew turned to the man and said in his thick New York accent “’Scuse me, we’re trying to eat here! Can you go die somewhere else?” Story credit: Reddit / rhymeswithfondle
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