I can only wish to be the comedic writer life is.
Sitting at the table just now and one of those annoying mailers from a meat delivery company is sitting on the table (not good about dealing with the incoming post, sue me).
Minding my business and someone else is reading said advert. He says that the prices seem a bit high. So, I read said advert and discover that they're offing 8 filet mignon burgers (no, do not ask me. This is wrong on all levels and should never occur, but I digress) for free with your first order. I mention this and suddenly chaos ensues.
Male1: So, wait. You're telling me they used filet Milan for burgers? Is it Milan? mignon?
Male1: Oh right, Milan is in China, right?
Me: (thinking; what the fuck) Ah, Milan is in Italy. You know, they've got a big fashion industry? Milan Italy. Not China. Italy. Where your family is from?
Male1: Oh. So, then why was the movie named Milan?
Male2: Um, the movie was named Mulan. And you should know that you just watched the entire thing while I left.
Me: (cackling helplessly)
Thank you, life, for that comedic interlude.