[Am I alone thinking that the level of “help” in so=
me shops has gone down faster than my retirement savings under this adminis=
tration?]
**At the supermarket checkout, the cashier was having trouble finding t=
he price for my cucumber.
“Maybe the =
list is alphabetical,” I offered.
So,=
he started searching from the bottom of the list: “Q … Q ̷=
0; Q …
**I bought a pint of H=E4agen-Dazs ice cream at the mini-mart. =
As the cashier rang it up, I asked, “How d=
o you pronounce that?”
Speaking slowly=
and distinctly, he said, “Four dollars and seventy-nine cents.”=
;
**I =
ordered a foot-long sub sandwich from a take-out restaurant.
I watched t=
he gal assemble it all as I walked along the glass counter.
At the end,=
I asked the clerk to cut it into fourths.
“I’m sorry, I can’t,” she said. “I already =
cut it in half.”
**A tourist walked into a US grocery store produce departm=
ent and asked for two kilos of tomatoes.
The=
clerk snapped, “You’re in America now. We call it ‘pound=
s’ over here.”
The man replied, =
“Fine, son. Bag me two kilos of ‘pounds’ then.”
~~
Dr Bob Griffin
[email protected] www=
=2Egrif.net
"Jesus Knows Me, This I=
Love!"