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.
“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 not too sane right now!!”
“Shall I gift wrap the bat?” the clerk asked sweetly, “Or or you going back?”