At work a few days ago this girl comes up to me and asks, “What language is Jor-El?”
So, I’m confused because, of course, Jor-El isn’t a language, he’s an alien. But then I’m thinking she must be asking what language he speaks, in which case the answer is Kryptonian. Then I’m not sure if people from Krypton speak Kryptonian or if their language is called something else. And then I’m just lost, so I ask her, “Sorry, what?”
And she says, “What lane is ginger ale?”
Moral of the story: When you work in a grocery store, customers don’t psychically know you like comic books and are much more likely to inquire about food.