After spending nearly half a day enduring the long lines, surly clerks, and insane regulations at the Department of Motor Vehicles, a lady stops at a toy store to pick up a baseball bat as a gift for her son.
"Cash or charge?" the clerk asks.
"Cash," the customer snaps. Then, apologizing for her rudeness, she explains, "I’ve spent the afternoon at the DMV. I am way past sane."
"Shall I gift-wrap the bat?" the clerk asks sweetly, "or are you going back there?"
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