After having spent more than three hours enduring the long lines at the Department of Motor Vehicles, putting up with the miserable clerks and the insane regulations, just to get the new licence plates for my truck, on my way home I stopped off at a toy store to pick up a gift for my son.
I browsed through the store and finally decided on a baseball bat, which I took to the cash register.
“Cash or charge?” the clerk asked me.
“Cash”, I snapped back at her, not thinking and still fuming after spending so long at the DMV.
Realizing what I had done, I apologized for my rudeness. I explained to her, “I’m so sorry, I have just spent a really frustrating afternoon at the Department of Motor Vehicles”.
“Would you like me to gift wrap the bat?” the clerk asked sweetly, “or are you going back there?”
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