Aug 29, 2005 23:01
I assure you that the following story is 100% true. Completely insane, but also completely true.
This afternoon while Sharon and I were standing around without any customers in the store, a man wearing a leisure suit rode is bike up to the store. He parked and hopped off, seemingly in a hurry, then burst through the door.
"Do you have any G.I. Joe literature?" He queried.
Not knowing exactly hot to respond to that particular question, and quite possibly rendered semi-retarded by the randomness of it, I could only muster a simple "what?"
"Do you have any literature on G.I. Joe?" the man asked again, this time more agitated.
"We don't sell toys," I lied.
"Yes, I know! But do you have any G.I. Joe literature?"
"No we don't." I replied.
"Do you even know who G.I. Joe is?" He asks, now clearly annoyed.
Sharon, who had remained silent through this whole exchange pipes up without missing a beat and says, "Of course! He's the real american hero!"
The man looks at her, slowly raises his hand to point and says, "Yeah... yeah he is."
Then he leaves.
The End.