Monday, March 10, 2008

In a city that shall remain nameless

At the checkout counter at a grocery store:

Man behind me: Ugh. I’m going to a really boring meeting. I wish I could take wine. I don’t understand why they won’t let me just take wine. It’ll be a really boring meeting. I think I should be allowed to take wine.

Cashier [to me]: He’s from City Council.

Keen: Oh.

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