What A Tool

(I’m the bad employee here. I’m sitting at my desk in the front office of the storage facility when one of my long-time customers comes through the front door. He’s carrying a tool box.)

Customer: *holding toolbox up* “I’m here to fix what is broken!”

Me: *blinks; he’s not one of my usual workers; in fact, he’s a real estate agent, so I know he’s not actually here to fix anything, but Monday brain has me wondering what’s going on*

Customer: *after the lengthy silence of me not knowing what to say* “Are you broken?”

Me: “Well, I’m certainly not working!”

(He was just taking the tools through to his locker and thought he’d make a joke, but I was so tired that I didn’t understand at first…)