After spending 3-1/2 hours enduring the long lines, surly clerks and
insane regulations at the department of motor vehiciles, a lady stopped at
a toy store to pick up a gift for her son. She brought her selection - a
baseball bat - to the cash register. "Cash or charge," the clerk asked.
"Cash," she snapped. Then apologizing for her rudeness, she explained, "
I've spent the afternoon at the motor-vehical bureau. I am way past
sane!!" "Shall I gift -wrap the bat?" the clerk asked sweetly, "Or or you
going back there?"