Humor among us.

At Nofo at the Pig in Raleigh, we often field calls from folks who think we're a barbecue restaurant. This week however, the caller was not looking for a plate of Q.

Ring. Ring.

Nofo employee: Goodafternoon, Nofo.

Caller: I have a pot bellied pig that's gotten too big for me to handle. Will you take him?

Nofo employee: Maam, I think you have the wrong number. We're a gift store and a restaurant.

Caller: Oh. Well! I certainly don't want you to eat him! I'll call elsewhere.

click.