Why the look? Huh? I left the proper space between us, at least 5 feet and pretended to scan the magazine rack in front of me. Was it really necessary to squint your eyes at me and then put your hand up to block the screen when all I did was smile at you when you whipped your head around? Lemme clue you in on something, you are bigger than the ATM machine (as am I) your little hand isn't doing anything but making you look stupid.
Do I look like a theif? Is that it? I wasn't aware that ATM criminals now sported polo shirts and super-denim colored jeans (you know the ones I'm talking about... came from Sears, about as comfortable as cardboard). My little pony tail pulling my hair back tightly so as to keep the hair out of my face while I am trying to sneak a look at your PIN number. You're on to me.
OK, when I started giggling I may have deserved the look but I really couldn't help myself. Your actions reminded me of the first knock-knock joke I ever learned, my Mom-Mom taught it to me and I will share it with you.
Who's there?
Dick and Jimmy
Dick and Jimmy who?
Dick 'em up and Jimmy all your money
2 comments:
hehe. hehehehe. Classic.
I also love the women who grap their children when I approach. I want to be like, "Lady, I'm trying to get laundry detergent...the last thing I want is your ugly kid with the snotty running nose!!!!"
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