Friday, December 16, 2005
Holiday shopping yesterday, I went to pay for something in cash, when I noticed among my money, I had a $1 bill with the name “Britney” written in pink ink and with girlish penmanship.
“Hm. I think this dollar was autographed by Britney Spears,” I said. “I bet she signed it after it was stuffed down her G-string.”
The cashier looked at me, and I realized I had just uttered that aloud.
“Was that gross? Sorry, let me get you a different dollar.” I started digging out my wallet again.
“It’s okay,” the cashier said. “As long as it doesn’t have any Federline on it.”
“Hm. I think this dollar was autographed by Britney Spears,” I said. “I bet she signed it after it was stuffed down her G-string.”
The cashier looked at me, and I realized I had just uttered that aloud.
“Was that gross? Sorry, let me get you a different dollar.” I started digging out my wallet again.
“It’s okay,” the cashier said. “As long as it doesn’t have any Federline on it.”
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