So, uh, short story.

So I remember one time my dad was driving us home from somewhere, and we had to do that thing where you pump air into the tire at a gas station. We went to one and I guess the pump was “broken.” Instead of finding a sign that said “broken,” we found one that said “Borken. We apoliges for da inconviniense.” We were dying the rest of the ride home.

Y’all got any stories like this, comment plz.