08-26-2011, 01:38 AM
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Join Date: Feb 2009
Location: Greener pastures
Posts: 32,377
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(Pharmacy | Europe)
(I’m speaking with a three year old girl as I serve her mother.)
Me: “Do you like the pharmacy? Do you think you will be a pharmacist when you grow up?”
Girl: “No! I will be a dancer!”
Me: “Oh, a dancer! That’s nice! Like in a dance group?”
Girl: “No! On the pole!”
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(Car Dealership | Detroit, MI, USA)
(An elderly woman walks onto the lot from and begins asking me about a car.)
Me: “Hello, ma’am, what can I help you with today?”
Customer: “What can you tell me about this red car?”
Me: “This is a 1999 Volvo V70.”
Customer: “A Vulva! My grand-daughter has a vulva! Her boyfriend said he absolutely loves it!”
(I unsuccessfully try to keep a straight face.)
Me: “I’m sure he does, ma’am.”
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(School | Luton, UK)
(A 4-year-old child has trapped her finger in a door, so I’m going over the accident form with her mother when she comes to pick her up.)
Mother: “Index finger? What the h*** is that?”
Me: *showing her* “This one here.”
Mother: “What? That’s a pointer-finger.”
Me: “Well, yes, but in medicine it’s called the index finger.”
Mother: “That’s not true. I’ve never heard that. Is that supposed to be funny? Just because I’m a woman–”
Me: “Well, no–”
Mother: “Yes, it is! What kind of a man works at a nursery anyway?”
Child: “A man who knows about fingers!”
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