a Culver's love story.
We went to Culver's after dinner a few nights ago.
Thus, the hilarity ensued.
I shall impart said hilarity to you with minimal interruption... the commentary will come later.
Barbie: Hi, I'd like a small pecan concrete mixer please...
Joe: Hey, didn't I see you at Walmart?**
Barbie: Yeah! Oh my god, you were in the aisle with the flowers and stuff!
Joe: Yeah.
Barbie: Oh my god, you work at Culver's?***
Joe: Yeah.
Barbie: So do I!
Joe: Oh, yeah? Where?
Barbie: Savage.
Joe: Oh, wow. That's crazy... you work at Culver's in Savage.
Barbie: I know!
Joe: What do you do?
Barbie: Cash register... well, basically everything except for the grill. 'cause... I'm underaged.
Joe: Oh, so you're 15.
Barbie: Yeah...
Joe: Oh....... I'm pretty good at the grill.****
**The ultimate pick-up line. Fo sho. It doesn't get any better than that, folks.
***No, sweetheart, he doesn't work at Culver's. He just likes stealing the uniforms of the people that do work there and standing behind the counter.
****.............................. -face/palm-
Unfortunately, that's when we left to go sit down.
I was thoroughly disappointed.
But, being the genius snarkists that we are, it of course came up at the table...
Mom: I missed it.
Me: Oh, it was awesome.
Dad: It was pretty hilarious.
Grandma: They're in love! It's fate!
Me: I am so blogging about this.... but they need names.
Grandma: Culver's Fry Boy. Grill Boy.
Me: Did he have a name tag?
Mom: You could have to go to the bathroom.
Dad: You could go ask him for an extra spoon.
Me: And then I could be like, "Hey, didn't I see you at Walmart?"
Dad: Or you could just skip to the next part and say, "Oh my god, you work at Culver's!?"
Me: -chokes on sundae-
Parents: -dies of laughter-
Grandma: -shoves napkins in my face-
Mom: Did you just laugh ice cream out your nose?
Me: Yeah.... and I think some of it might of come out my eyes too...
Dad: Ow...
I finished cleaning frozen custard off my face, finished my sundae, and then we left.
It was then that my dad and I decided that the Culver's Grill Boy would be Joe.
Barbie was kind of just a given, in my opinion.
So, they got married, had way too many kids as every Minnesotan family seems to, and died happily ever after.
And so ends the Culver's dinner sho--I mean love story.
Thus, the hilarity ensued.
I shall impart said hilarity to you with minimal interruption... the commentary will come later.
Barbie: Hi, I'd like a small pecan concrete mixer please...
Joe: Hey, didn't I see you at Walmart?**
Barbie: Yeah! Oh my god, you were in the aisle with the flowers and stuff!
Joe: Yeah.
Barbie: Oh my god, you work at Culver's?***
Joe: Yeah.
Barbie: So do I!
Joe: Oh, yeah? Where?
Barbie: Savage.
Joe: Oh, wow. That's crazy... you work at Culver's in Savage.
Barbie: I know!
Joe: What do you do?
Barbie: Cash register... well, basically everything except for the grill. 'cause... I'm underaged.
Joe: Oh, so you're 15.
Barbie: Yeah...
Joe: Oh....... I'm pretty good at the grill.****
**The ultimate pick-up line. Fo sho. It doesn't get any better than that, folks.
***No, sweetheart, he doesn't work at Culver's. He just likes stealing the uniforms of the people that do work there and standing behind the counter.
****.............................. -face/palm-
Unfortunately, that's when we left to go sit down.
I was thoroughly disappointed.
But, being the genius snarkists that we are, it of course came up at the table...
Mom: I missed it.
Me: Oh, it was awesome.
Dad: It was pretty hilarious.
Grandma: They're in love! It's fate!
Me: I am so blogging about this.... but they need names.
Grandma: Culver's Fry Boy. Grill Boy.
Me: Did he have a name tag?
Mom: You could have to go to the bathroom.
Dad: You could go ask him for an extra spoon.
Me: And then I could be like, "Hey, didn't I see you at Walmart?"
Dad: Or you could just skip to the next part and say, "Oh my god, you work at Culver's!?"
Me: -chokes on sundae-
Parents: -dies of laughter-
Grandma: -shoves napkins in my face-
Mom: Did you just laugh ice cream out your nose?
Me: Yeah.... and I think some of it might of come out my eyes too...
Dad: Ow...
I finished cleaning frozen custard off my face, finished my sundae, and then we left.
It was then that my dad and I decided that the Culver's Grill Boy would be Joe.
Barbie was kind of just a given, in my opinion.
So, they got married, had way too many kids as every Minnesotan family seems to, and died happily ever after.
And so ends the Culver's dinner sho--I mean love story.