So an old, fat guy wearing American-flag pajama bottoms which were two sizes too small for him walks into my line. During our bizarre conversation I could never tell if he was joking with me or not. His tone of voice was dead serious but what he was saying was just so off the wall I didn't know how to react:
PJs: So do you have any money on you in case I'm short?
Me: I'm sorry?
PJs: Will you pay for me if I don't have enough?
Me: Oh ha ha sorry, afraid not.
PJs: Well, I guess you're not good for anything then.
I ring him out. The order comes to $9.67. He hands me the 67 cents.
PJs: Hey, just punch $9 into the system.
Me: Absolutely not. You owe nine dollars.
PJs: Well, you're awfully pushy!
PJ man gives me a ten.
PJs: Well I'll be getting 100 dollars back in change then.
Me: Your change is $1. Have a good day. Goodbye.
As he's leaving.
PJs: [sarcastically] You know, you have an excccellllentttt sense of humor!
Geeze Crazy PJ Guy. The whole "I'm poor joke" wasn't particularly a hoot to begin with. What made you think that extending it for the entire duration of me checking you out was going to win me over?