After spending 3 1/2 hours enduring the long lines, surly clerks and insane regulations at the department of motor vehicles, I stopped at a toy store to pick up a gift for my son.
I brought my selection, a baseball bat, to the cash register. “Cash or charge?” the clerk asked. “Cash,” I snapped.
Then apologizing for my rudeness, I explained, “I’ve spent the afternoon at the motor vehicle bureau.”
“Shall I gift-wrap the bat?” the clerk asked sweetly, “or are you going back there?”
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[Original illustration at this number was a duplicate of HolwickID #23503]