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    The Grim Reaper Goes Shopping

    | Hadley, MA, USA |

    (I am stocking our stationary section, and a customer walks up to me.)

    Customer: “Do you sell condolence cards?”

    Me: “No. Perhaps try Target or Walmart?”

    Customer: “I’m looking for them in bulk.”

    Fast Times At Fry Cook High

    , | Ontario, Canada | Top

    Me: “Hi, what can I get you?”

    Teenage girl #1: “Oh my God… like.. could we talk to the cook?”

    Me: “… what?”

    Teenage girl #2: “Yeah. Could you go get him?”

    Me: “Why?”

    Teenage girl #1: “He’s hot.”

    Me: “Alright, then.”

    (The cook then comes out to talk with them.)

    Cook: “Yes?”

    Teenage girl #2: “Like… what’re you doing after work?”

    Cook: “Going home to see my one month old son and girlfriend.”

    Teenage girl #1: “Oh my God, you have a son!? That’s so gross. You’re so young!”

    Cook: “This is why you use condoms, kids. Stay in school!”

    Also seen on: Not Always Romantic

    Be Prepared… For Some Womanly Advice

    | New Jersey, USA |

    (Note: I’m a teenager and doing Girl Scout fund raising by bagging at a local grocery store. All the other lanes had baggers, leaving me at self-check out. A customer notices me reaching for his items.)

    Customer: “I… uh… please… uh… DON’T!”

    (I notice his purchase consists of condoms, roses, and chocolates.)

    Me: “Oh! So, anniversary, or did you just piss her off?”

    Customer: “The second.”

    Me: “That bad, eh?”

    Customer: “Yeah, and she hasn’t given me any since! What kind of bulls*** is that?”

    Me: “When did this start happening?”

    Customer: “Like a week ago! I don’t even know what I did wrong!”

    Me: “Don’t you think it’s a bit early for these?” *holds up the box of condoms*

    Customer: *sarcastically* “What would a Girl Scout know anyways? Since you’re the expert, why don’t you tell me what to do?”

    (I talk to the guy for around 15 minutes and he leaves. The next week, he comes in while I’m bagging as usual. Without a word, he comes up to me, hands me a $20 bill and leaves without buying anything.)

    Also seen on: Not Always Romantic

    Vocabulary, Meet Veracity

    | Los Angeles, CA, USA | Top

    (I work at a daycare center and am teaching a room full of two year-old children to memorize their parents’ or guardians’ names and home phone numbers.)

    Me: “So, what’s your daddy’s name?”

    Little girl: “Robert!”

    Me: “And what’s your mommy’s name?”

    Little girl: “Dammitjulia!”

    (Needless to say, “Robert” had a little talking-to when he came to pick up his daughter.)

    Also seen on: Not Always Romantic

    Our Great Dumbocracy, Part 2

    | Richmond, VA, USA |

    (This was back in August of 2008, and I was just starting as a volunteer for the Barack Obama campaign.)

    Me: “Hi I’m calling on behalf of the Barack Obama Campaign for Change. Is [name] there?”

    Caller: “Barack Obama?”

    Me: “Yes, sir.”

    Caller: “Who’s he?”

    Me: “A candidate.”

    Caller: “For what?”

    Me: “President.”

    Caller: “President of what?”

    Me: “…the United States?”

    Caller: “I’M TALKING TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES?”

    Me: “No, I’m just a volunteer.”

    Caller: “Oh okay. So go ahead, ask me the questions.”

    Me: “So which candidate do you support?”

    Caller: “Candidate for what?

    Me: “The United States.”

    Caller: “Oh, the election is this year?”

    Me: “Yes. So which candidate do you support?”

    Caller: “Well, I guess Obama, since he’s calling me.”

    Me: “Alright, good.”

    Caller: “Is he there?”

    Me: “Um… no, not right now.”

    Caller: “But I read on the news he’s supposed to be in Virginia.”

    Me: “Yeah, but not in Richmond.”

    Caller: “Oh, when will he get back?”

    Me: “I’m not sure, sir.”

    Caller: “Okay. Well, when he gets back, have him give me a call!”

    Me:“Uh… okay.”

    Caller: “You need the number?”

    Me: “No, sir, I’ve got it.”

    Caller: “Okay, he’d better call me and tell me to vote for him!”

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    Our Great Dumbocracy

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