Friday, July 30, 2010

Why I work.

A lady went to do a return today, and she had two young boys in the cart with her...

Boy: I have a dime!
Me: That's cool! I don't have any dimes. *holds out empty hand*
Boy: That's because you're poor.
Me: That's right, I'm poor. That's why I have to work.

I wonder if their mom was embarrassed. I was quite amused. And that, folks, is why I have to work.

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