The customer pulls a $20 bill out of her bra and hands it to me.
Me: “Uh…”
Customer: “What?! It’s not that sweaty!”
Me: “It’s just that… uh… half the bill is missing.”
Apparently, it IS that sweaty because it looks like the bill got weakened from the moisture. She goes back into her bra looking for the other half.
Customer: Unable to find it. “Huh, where is that f***er!”
She pulls her shirt down and flops her boob out to look.
Customer: Still unable to find it, boob still hanging out. “Huh… guess it’s somewhere else. Gimme that half back and I’ll come back if I find the other half.”
Off she goes, putting her boob back in. Thankfully she hasn’t come back yet.
Making A Boob Of One’s Self, Part 15
A customer is buying cigarettes.
Me: “Your total is $17.50.”
The customer pulls a $20 bill out of her bra and hands it to me.
Me: “Uh…”
Customer: “What?! It’s not that sweaty!”
Me: “It’s just that… uh… half the bill is missing.”
Apparently, it IS that sweaty because it looks like the bill got weakened from the moisture. She goes back into her bra looking for the other half.
Customer: Unable to find it. “Huh, where is that f***er!”
She pulls her shirt down and flops her boob out to look.
Customer: Still unable to find it, boob still hanging out. “Huh… guess it’s somewhere else. Gimme that half back and I’ll come back if I find the other half.”
Off she goes, putting her boob back in. Thankfully she hasn’t come back yet.