Back in the summer of '05, my parents and I went to South Dakota on vacation.
Quite exciting as it was my first time on a plane/seeing buffalo/in the mountains.
We were lounging around in the hotel after a busy day of sightseeing at the Crazy Horse Monument, and my mother sent me down to the front desk to buy some stamps to mail letters to her mom.
Having passed American History in the 7th grade only months prior, what happened next amused me. The lady wasn't rude, or annoying, but she might have had a temporary brain malfunction.
M: Me
L: Lady at the front desk getting the stamps.
CW: Lady's co-worker sitting next to her.
M: Hi, can I get some $(however much the stamps were, can't remember) stamps?
L: Sure. *Takes my money, gets stamps*
(To CW) How much is tax on stamps?
CW: *blank stare* There is no tax on stamps.
L: *turning red, realizing what she had just done* Oh, right...
M: *trying not to snicker* Thanks.
When I got in the elevator, I cracked up.
Quite exciting as it was my first time on a plane/seeing buffalo/in the mountains.
We were lounging around in the hotel after a busy day of sightseeing at the Crazy Horse Monument, and my mother sent me down to the front desk to buy some stamps to mail letters to her mom.
Having passed American History in the 7th grade only months prior, what happened next amused me. The lady wasn't rude, or annoying, but she might have had a temporary brain malfunction.
M: Me
L: Lady at the front desk getting the stamps.
CW: Lady's co-worker sitting next to her.
M: Hi, can I get some $(however much the stamps were, can't remember) stamps?
L: Sure. *Takes my money, gets stamps*
(To CW) How much is tax on stamps?
CW: *blank stare* There is no tax on stamps.
L: *turning red, realizing what she had just done* Oh, right...
M: *trying not to snicker* Thanks.
When I got in the elevator, I cracked up.
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