(My family and I are on an eight-hour trip across France for a holiday, and we are starting to get bored. My mum pulls out a puzzle book and starts to do some crosswords. I decide to help her, but I can’t see the book since I’m in the front passenger seat next to my dad.)
Me: “What words do you have left to do?”
Mum: “Quite a few, actually.”
(Before my mum can answer, my dad interrupts.)
Dad: “Is ‘postman’s sack’ on the list?”
Mum: “No.”
Dad: “Check if it’s there or not. I’m driving.”
Mum: “I can’t see anything like that!”
Me: “Let me see the book.”
Mum: “No! The words aren’t there. He’s just being stupid.”
(At this point, my dad begins to giggle to himself over something.)
Me:*to Dad* “Well, how many letters does it have?”
Dad:*shouting in my ear* “HUNDREDS! ‘Postman’s sack’ contains hundreds of
letters!”
(He begins crying with laughter as my mum, my brother, and I look on.)
Dad: “I’ve been waiting 20 years to tell that joke!”
Me: “Was it worth it?”
Dad: “Yes!”
Mum: “NO.”
This story is part of our Crossword Puzzles roundup!
(A guest comes through my line with a four-pack of AA batteries and an energy drink called Assault. He is trying not to giggle during the transaction.)
Me: “Here is your receipt. Have a great day!”
Customer: “Guess what?”
Me: “What?”
Customer: “You just charged me for Assault and battery!” *grabs his bag and sprints out of the store*
This story is part of the Worryingly Weird Checkout Encounters roundup!
