One of the customers I severely dislike was in my office earlier. He was talking about his 28 year old son mooching money off him and not showing up to work. I wasn't really paying much attention until he mentioned why his son wasn't working regularly. Farmville. His son is addicted to the Facebook game, Farmville. I honestly lost it and busted out laughing.
My boss had no idea what he was talking about so we attempted to explain the concept. Although I've never (and will never) play it, I'm pretty sure I've gotten the gist of it from friends. I decided against ever checking it out when the girl at the bar left in a hurry to go water her Farmville plants after her alarm reminder went off.
Anyhow, the customer was going on and on about how his son spends hours a day monitoring his crops and feeding his animals. Then he said he was going to find a way to hack into his son's account and set fire to his barns, douse his crops with cyanide and terminate all his farmhands. He said when his son asks for money next time, he's going to tell him to go shear his sheep or sell some corn to earn it.
He is now my new favorite customer.