I Need a Baseball Bat
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 or you going back there”?