You look stupid, and THAT must mean I can slice off one of your buns and wear it on my head like I am King of the Asshole Brackets.

At least ten-fifteen times a day people, on seeing that the scanner didn't pick up on a product's barcode, remark "Ho Ho Ho, Nothing happened. That must mean it's free!"



And I mean, exactly WHAT terrible thing must have happened to you when you were the bed-wetting troll of a snot-gobbling child you were to make YOU think that this is the most brilliant and original joke since well - who knows! Maybe it's untoppable.

Right. Fuck you.

Rörmokare=Plumber

Me: "Hello, how can I help you?"

Him: "Well, how much do you know about plumbing?"

Me: "Absolutely nothing. I'm a cashier. They sent - well. Pushed me out because you were speaking THE ENGLISH."

Him: "This isn't going to work out, is it?"

Me: "No, I don't think it will. But it was nice talking to you!"

Him: "Indeed! Cheers!"

Me: "Cheers."

Oh, so wait, you DON'T want cancer.

"There's nothing carsenogenic in the handle of that tool, right?"

"Nah. Well, if it turns out that there is, you can exchange it for a new one within thirty days."

HAHAHA. The joke of the day. Well, apart from the ones on two legs that come by. Or was it the joke of the day? In a perfect world, I would have just given him a cool cocky stare after dropping that line, making him unsure of the sentiments behind an otherwise intriguing comment.

In real life, I was THIS close to peeing myself while chuckling at my sheer brilliance.

Baby Come Back?