Things That Make You Wish For A Scimitar

So I'm standing in a veeeery slow-moving line at Soooper Giyaunt. The next register over, some grungy looking slacker kid, whose voice seemed to have followed me all the way round the store, is buying a mylar balloon with the words "Over the Hill" on it, evidently for a retirement party or perhaps an aged relative's birthday, or maybe even the grajeeation of one of his pals.

The balloon is a little bit on the flat side, so the check-out clerk, who does not speak English terribly well, tries to tell this fellah that he can go over to the florist section to get the thing pumped up a bit.

"Oh, ah...no," says our boy. And as the thought forms in his head, he continues, "Cause, like, the balloon says "over the hill" and the balloon sorta is over the hill."

"Yes? You go florist," says the clerk.

"Oh, no. Like that's really funny. The balloon is over the hill! I like it this way. Ha, ha, ha!"

"Yes? Florist there."

This went on for what seemed like hours but was, in all probability, just a few minutes. Each time Mr. Humorous Droll repeated himself, he thought the joke even funnier. And each time, teh funny, what there was of it, went rocketing right over the clerk's head.

By the end of it, I wanted to slit both their throats.

Just thought I'd share that with you.