After spending 3-1/2 hours enduring the
long lines , surly clerks and insane regulations at the department of motor
vehicles, I stopped at a toy store to pick up a gift for my son. I brought my
selection - a baseball bat - to the cash register.
"Cash or charge?" the
clerk asked.
"Cash," I snapped.
Then, apologizing for my rudeness , I
explained, "I've spent the afternoon at the motor-vehicle bureau."
"Shall I
giftwrap the bat?" the clerk asked sweetly. "Or are you going back
there?"
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