Pretty witty

Previously (a few days ago)…

At Frazier Farms (it’s like Sprouts). Cashier is ringing me up.

“Finally. Last time I tried to get into your line, you spilled something while ringing the person in front of me up. I had to hop lines.”

“Oh, that’s not the first time that’s happened. What was it?”

“Some kind of vegetable mix. Soup, maybe?”

“Oh. The worst is fish. And you can’t get the smell out.”

“Well, hey, I don’t know about fish, but if you ever spill pickles, I know how to get rid of the smell!”

“How?”

“You rub a stainless steel spoon on your hands.”

She laughs.

“No, I’m serious! Try it!”

“I will!”

“All right. I’ll ask you about it the next time I come through!”

MOMENTS AGO…

“Hi!”, she says. “How are you?”

“Good! So hey. About that pickles thing…”

“Yeah?”

“I did some research. It’s not just spoons! It’s anything stainless steel. Like, you know, you could wipe your hands all over your sink to get rid of the smell,” I say, making the gesture with my hands.

She laughs, “So… Use the tools at your disposal!”

“Yeah!”, happy she didn’t think I was making it up.

Anyway, since I only had two items, she was already finished ringing me up…

It wasn’t until I was walking out that I realized her wit was so fast and sharp that I totally missed the double meaning in her last statement.

I’m now sitting here in the parking lot writing this… And I have to force myself not to go back in to tell her I (eventually) got her brilliant joke.

So instead, I’m telling you. :)

I GOT HER JOKE!

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From the comments:

Carl Frank: Something much like that happened to me a few months ago!

Now I have to tell the story.

I was searching for a particular kind of sunglasses for my Halloween costume, and like the last few places I looked, this little clothing/accessories store I was in didn’t have any that were right. The lady in the store asked what my costume was going to be.

“Tyler Durden from Fight Club,” I said. (I know; really timely, huh? Anyway…)

“Well, good luck finding the sunglasses you are looking for, but don’t beat yourself up if you can’t find just the right kind.”

“OK, thanks,” I said, as I headed for the door.

Just as the door closed behind me, I got it, and did actually immediately open it again, to tell her so.

(Epilogue: I ended up getting some cheap knock-off replicas of the sunglasses online, btw.)

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