Wait Until They Hear About The Internet

I ran a video rental store (I’m old, I know) that, for some strange reason, ended up on the local cuckoo church’s radar. On our grand opening, they all showed up to protest our having “3,000 dirty movies in the back room.” I tried to reason with them and explain that that was impossible, but it was no good. They “knew” they were right.

A manager came up with a brilliant plan. He called the media to cover the protest, and when they arrived, he escorted them into the six-foot-by-eight-foot backroom that was completely filled with a break table, a microwave, and a small bathroom.

By the time the media got done laughing and came out to interview the protesters, they were all gone.