Two Amusing Stories
Sorry folks. It’s been busy at work, so I haven’t posted much lately. I have a couple of stories for you though.
Story #1 - I kid around with the telemarketers when they call me at my office. One of my favorite bits is to interrupt the caller midway through their scripted introduction. I tell them that I will only listen to the rest of what they have to say if they tell me that they love me. Usually we both have a good laugh. A couple of days ago I had a guy call who wanted to tell me all about insurance. I asked him the question. He pauses and asks me, “Are you Jesus?”. If only I was quicker witted, I would have said, “Yes, my son…and I don’t need any insurance”.
Story #2 - I went to fill up my car the other day. I go to the same gas station on my way home from work usually. The same guy always works the counter afternoons and evenings. He’s probably in his fifties, but looks much older due to some hard living. He’s missing a few of his teeth so it’s really hard to understand what the guy is saying.
Since I frequent this place often, the cashier has taken a liking to me. He regularly initiates small talk. The problem is that I can only understand about every fifth word of this guy’s mumble. He means well so I smile and politely wait for my change.
Two days ago I stopped to fill up my tank; the total was something like $41.35. As I walked inside I dug out two twenties, a single, and the correct change. I gave it to him and started walking to the door. He then said something to me in a raised voice. I couldn’t understand a word of it. I turned around and smiled, noded my head and waved goodbye. He said something again. I wasn’t in the mood for small talk mumble, so I just kept walking. I figured I was a far enough distance where he might think that maybe I couldn’t hear him.
I get to my car and as I’m about to drive off, this guy bolts out the front door toward me. I’m a little stunned at this point so I just look at him. He’s in full on crazy babble mode shaking the money in his hand at me and yelling. It turns out that I gave the guy a ten instead of one of the twenties, shortchanging him on accident.
Posted by chuck at August 23, 2006 9:11 AM
