Ha! I've just remembered a lovely incident from a few years back.

A chap I know started working as a barman at the local pub. He was quite nervous and anxious to please. It was a lunchtime, and a gent who had just recieved his dinner and collected his knife & fork leant over the bar and asked 'Excuse me, where are the condiments? Our lad replied 'I think there's a machine in the gents.'

Ouch.

Kris