With all the political correctness rapidly deployed in the world, everyone needs to grab whatever legal-to-have enjoyment they can. I'm working harder at this since being laid off by a certain three-letter telecom in January. I'm delivering flowers for now. Today I had a taste of that "workplace enjoyment". I stopped at a monstrous house with a wraparound driveway with a large arrangement for, let's call her Jane Doe. So I knock on the door and a mature sophisticated woman answers. I say " I have an arrangement for Jane Doe." The woman replies " I'm Jane's mother" then directs me to place the arrangement on a table. While this lady is signing the receipt she asks "what does the card say" I reply that it says "Jane, sorry to hear about the death of your mother".
well I just about held the laughter til I got back to the truck.
The woman turned about 4 shades of red and purple, and I spent the rest of the day saying "I see dead people"
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