Why I Don’t Carry

Clay Hurtubise

“Welcome to Greasy Burger, can I take your order please”?

Me, “My name is Clay, This order is to go. I’ll have a number three medium meal deal. Diet Coke please”.

“Sure, is that for here or to go”?

“To go please”.

“O.K., can I get a name?”

“Clay”.

“And what would you like today, Clark”?

“It’s Clay. A medium meal deal number three”.

“Would you like fries or a soda with that”?

“Yes, I’d like it as a medium meal deal”.

“Sure. What size fries would you like”?

“The size that comes with a medium meal deal”.

“Of course, and what size soda”?

“The size that comes with a medium meal deal”.

“Sure thing. Anything else I can get for you today, Craig”?

“No thank you”.

“Order ready for Chris”.

POW!

“welcome to Bust Your wallet Theatre, what would you like”?

“Two tickets to Numb Your Brain. One regular and one senior”.

“Sure. That’s Two tickets and a senior for Numb”.

“No, a total of two tickets. One is regular, the other is for a senior”.

“Okey Dokey. Here you go. Two tickets plus a senior ticket”.

“Just make it one ticket”.

“Sure, is that regular or senior”?

I don’t care”.

“Okay, that’ll be $39.50 for the three tickets”.

POW!

Don’t even get me started on driving.

POW, POW, POW.