My Mother is a Pistol
My mom has raised me to be a sarcastic child, and every now and again her biting humor rears its heads in public situations. For example:
When she was younger, she worked at a postal store and could therefore sell books of stamps. As most people know, this is not a real book. However, here is a typical transaction:Customer: I would like a book of stamps.
Mother: Paperback or hardback?
Customer: Ah...is hardback more expensive?
Mother: Nope.
Customer: Then hardback.
Customer: Oh my! What happened to you?
Mother: I broke my leg.
Customer: (sincerely) I'm so sorry.
Today, she received a call from a department store. She can be a bit forgetful when it comes to payments and as such, gets calls from the store reminding her to pay her balance.
Representative: May I ask why you didn't pay your balance on time?Mother: Yes.
Representative: And may I ask why you didn't pay your balance on time?
Mother: Yes. Yes, you may.
Representative: So may I ask why you didn't pay your balance on time?
Mother: Yes. Yes you may ask me.
Representative: May I ask why you didn't pay your balance on time?
Mother: Yes. Yes, you may ask me why I didn't pay my balance on time.
Representative: So then may I ask you why you didn't pay your balance on time.
I am not sure how the exchange ended, but my mother said the representative never did directly ask her why.
11:59 AM
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