After spending 3-1/2 hours enduring the
long lines, surly clerks and insane regulations at the Department of Motor Vehicles, a guy
stopped at a toy store to pick up a gift for his son. He selected a baseball bat and took
it to the cash register.
"Cash or charge?" the clerk
asked.
"Cash," he snapped.
He then apologized for his rudeness,
telling the clerk that he had spent all afternoon at the motor-vehicle bureau.
"Shall I giftwrap the bat?" the
clerk asked sweetly. "Or are you going back there?"