Guy: Huh? What do you mean?
Me: I mean, I hate people like you who stick menus on mailboxes. I'm pretty sure it's illegal...
Guy: I was going to put it in your newspaperbox.
Me (looking up and down the street at all the menus he put on mailboxes): Yeah, if you'd actually mailed it, I might have looked at it. People like you have run into my mailbox before while trying to put menus and crap illegally on it.
Guy: I've never hit your mailbox.
Me: No, but people like you have done it before. I've had to replace this mailbox because of people like you who have hit it. So I promise you I'll never go to Mama's restaurant, ever.
Guy: You keep a list or something?
Me: Yes, I do. I also will never go to Pho Saigon, either.
Guy: What's your problem?
Me: My problem is people like you who do crap like this. I don't like it and I want you to tell your boss that he has lost a customer forever because of this unwanted solicitation.
Guy (starting to drive off): Whatever, man.... KISS MY ASS!
Me: YOU'D LIKE THAT, I BET!
Guy: YOU'RE PROBABLY VOTING FOR OBAMA, TOO!
And that is how I was defeated by menu guy's superior wit and intellect.
A vote for Obama is a Vote for................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. Obama.
ReplyDeleteSee, I just would have responded, "You're welcome!" He forgot his manners. Easy out.
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