A slight variation on this from a friend of mine at a local petrol station a few years back.
She was behind the till one day when in comes a local boxer (who was inclined to believe his own publicity, alas). Rather than queue up, tell her the pump number and pay, as lesser mortals do, he simply walked up, threw some money on the counter and began to leave.
She called after him, "Excuse me! Which pump number was it?"
He turned round and with lofty scorn asked "How many BMWs with personalised number plates do you see out there?"
"Two!" said my friend.
As he raised his eyebrows in puzzlement, she added sweetly "Mine is parked out there as well."
Yes she works behind the till. She's also the franchise owner.
She was behind the till one day when in comes a local boxer (who was inclined to believe his own publicity, alas). Rather than queue up, tell her the pump number and pay, as lesser mortals do, he simply walked up, threw some money on the counter and began to leave.
She called after him, "Excuse me! Which pump number was it?"
He turned round and with lofty scorn asked "How many BMWs with personalised number plates do you see out there?"
"Two!" said my friend.
As he raised his eyebrows in puzzlement, she added sweetly "Mine is parked out there as well."
Yes she works behind the till. She's also the franchise owner.
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