The other night, around 11 pm, I popped out for a caffeine fix. On the street I ran into a friend, who kindly invited me to join him and his colleague for a quick drink. I declined with the motivation that I don't get off work until around 3 am.
His friend, an American (!) turned to me and asked:
"Wow, 3 am, really?! You must have some crazy job"
As he was sweet and American I couldn't help myself:
"I'm a stripper"
...which was of course (I know, too easy) followed by:
"Really? That's so cool. Where do you work? Can we like go there"
I then left my friend with the task of explaining sarcasm.
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