"Excuse me, miss, do you have these shirts in a Youth Medium? I'm getting them for my grandsons for Christmas."
"No, I'm sorry. We only have them in Youth Small and Large."
"Oh... Well that's okay. I don't really like those boys that much anyway." She leans in toward me, glancing around conspiratorially before continuing in a whisper, "They're into NASCAR."
2 comments:
Wait, did she mean she doesn't like the shirts or the grandsons?
She didn't like her grandsons.
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