Friday, September 14, 2012

Damaged Goods.

In the Men's department returning some items. I encounter a very nice young man who is working the register. We exchange polite greetings and I advise I am here to make a return.

Store Clerk: Ok, Miss, is there a reason for your return today?

Me: He's sleeping with another girl.

Store Clerk: [pauses, shakes out of it and cautiously proceeds] Soooo, is there anything wrong with the merchandise?

Me: [Shrugs] Nope, just the bastard I bought it for.

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