And actually, there was another joke prepared that I didn’t have a chance to use
Thu, 06 May 2010 00:24:40 +0000I am slowly being convinced that humor predicated entirely on a stranger’s discomfort is not the most laudable avenue of wit. I was shopping at Borders today, a practice I normally avoid but engaged in today for a long and too-boring-to-recount reason. So, when a cute, twentysomething woman helped me check out, I self-censored twice.
Cashier: Would you like to donate a pound of coffee to the troops?
Response I considered: No way! I saw The Hurt Locker! The last thing those guys need is another cup of coffee!
Actual response: Not today.
… and then …
Cashier: You have a good night, Mister McGee.
Response I considered: Oh, no no no, please! Mr. McGee is my father. [smile] I’m Doctor McGee.
Actual response: Thanks, you too.
(Seriously, though, a pound of coffee for the troops? WTF?)



















