This weekend I went on a trip to Boston Bar, B.C. for a friend's bachelor party. On the way home we stopped at a Triple O's fast food joint. I was sitting near the counter where you order, reading a newspaper. Most of the guys had already got their food when Kevan finally steps up and I overhear this conversation between him and the 60 year old lady behind the counter:
Woman: Hello again.
Kevan: Did you say, "Hello again"?
K: Why did you say 'again'?
W: Because I'm bad.
K: Because you're bad??
K: I'm not sure what you're referring to but I'd like to order some food.