the BIG thing on my list of things to do today is clean off my desk. in the process, i've unearthed lots of slips of paper from the flowershop with stories i need to tell. have you heard these yet? the customers who were giving me such a hard time about prices, then were AGAHST that it was even HIGHER after salestax, and had to go back upstairs and get more money, and then changed their dish garden for an arrangement and when the finally left, i turned to ch and he said, "where do people shop that there's no sales tax? buying socks on the train?"
the other one was in the "i can't believe you actually said that to a customer" catagory. ch had a customer who wanted a special deal on delivery. "come on, man, it's right across the street! you're gonna charge me six bucks to walk across the street?" and he kept going on and on, and ch finally said, "look, sir, i have to pay an employee to physically walk outside, go through security, take the elevator... if we had a transporter we could just teleport over there and we wouldn't charge you, but we don't have that technology." and then customer got real thoughtful, and said, "what's a transporter?" i had to hide in the back because i really didn't want the customer to know how hard i was laughing, and ch replied, "a science fiction devise used to instantainously move objects."
other interesting lists:
"i love your faggoty stories"
"my roommate's living in a poweder keg and giving off sparks, end quote, leotard, interpretive dance"
- wedding dress on the bus
"did you see my mustache on the newest dildo?"
and there's one that says:
aol 1 866 290 3370
this is where i used to live
stew
pink dress
pysanky
what could that possibly mean?
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