So last night, a customer walked up to my register to return a tub full of dead fish. That left me with 9 defective slips, which I filled out as follows:
Slip 1: Dead.
Slip 2: Ceased to Be
Slip 3: No More
Slip 4: It's a stiff.
Slip 5: Bereft of life.
Slip 6: It rests in peace.
Slip 7: If it hadn't been nailed to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies.
Slip 8: It's run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible.
Slip 9: THIS IS AN EX-FISH!!!
I fully expect to be called into the office for a talk any time now.
And what would Brian Carpenter say?
1 comment:
Ah, the Norwegian Blue. Beautiful plumage.
Now, transfer to the grocery department and find a way to reenact the "Cheese Shop" sketch.
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