Here's another...
When I used to work for Radio Shack, the store that I was working in
was next door to the government run liquor outlet.
A hotel was nearby and had a beverage room.
(We can only buy liquor at hotel vendors and government liquor stores here)
A drunk staggers into the store, (not the same guy from above) weaving all over the
place, and looks like he could crash into all sorts of audio equipment at
a moments notice....
He makes it to the counter, looks me in the eye and asks...
"Do have tomorrow's Free Press ?" (local newspaper)
I'm standing there thinking "What the....????"
A co-worker next to me is familiar with the way my mind works and is trying not to laugh, but I say, as serious as could be...
"I just sold the last copy !"
(Co-worker makes a bee-line for the backroom trying not to burst out laughing, but fails...)
The drunk guy asks:
"Are you getting any more in ?"
Me:
"Come back tomorrow..."
Drunk leaves the store. Co-worker is
ROTFL
It was my day off the next day, so I don't know if the guy
came back. Nobody mentioned it , sooo, I guess he didn't.
:lol: