Saturday, January 16, 2010

Dollar General, where the down and out come to meet and mingle

A conversation I overheard in Dollar General while waiting to pay for my eggs and razorblades...

The man behind me in line slapped a pair of pants down on the counter and announced, "I'm gonna wear these blue jeans til they turn pink."

"Alright," replied the helpful new Dollar General manager. "How are you today?"

"Pretty good I reckon," said Mr. Pinkjeans.

"Would you like to donate a dollar for cancer research," asked the manager.

"I don't give a crap about that," said Mr. Pinkjeans.

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