After spending 3-1/2 hours enduring the long lines, surly clerks and insane regulations at the Department of Motor Vehicles, a lady stopped at a toy store to pick up a gift for her son.
She brought her selection - a baseball bat - to the cash register.
"Cash or charge," the clerk asked.
"Cash," she snapped. Then apologizing for her rudeness, she explained, "I've spent the afternoon at the motor-vehicle bureau. I am way past sane!!"
"Shall I gift-wrap the bat?" the clerk asked sweetly, "Or are you going back there?"
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