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The store I work in recently sent all the employees home earlier than normal so that the carpets could be professionally cleaned. The very next day, a little boy started puking on the end of the store opposite the exit. I guess the mother was trying to get the kid out of the store before he threw up all over where she was, but whatever the reason, she carried the boy all the way through the store and out the door. The kid barfed the entire way, creating a trail across the store. We decided to save the store manager an aneurism and not tell her.

Spence from California 

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I know a woman who works at a bookstore. She says that guys come in all the time and buy porn, or playboy, or magazines like that, and they do that with their girlfriend next to them. They usually put the magazines at the bottom of a stack of other magazines about computers, or business, or something else. As if no one will notice if they're at the bottom? My friend often holds up the hidden magazines and pretends to search for the bar code and/or price with lots of “it's hard to find the price on these, where is it?” The boyfriend will begin to shift uncomfortably back and forth.

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I used to work in a coffee house, and this customer came in. She told me that she had this one drink at this place and she didn't remember what it was. That should have been a red flag. I asked her if the drink was hot and she said no. So, I asked her if the drink had ice in it and she said no. I then asked her if the drink was blended and she said no.

There's no other way to have a drink!

Eventually, I found out the drink was hot.

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I was driving on the freeway and this chick in an old minivan was slamming the pedal to the metal, swerving in to lanes and making people honk their horns. She cut off the person next to me and nearly came in to my lane. As she zoomed ahead of me, I noticed her bumper sticker said something like “make peace”.

Kinda ironic, huh?

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So, I really don't know anything about cars. Or I didn't. I do now.

 
I bought an old Volkswagen Beetle and I've had to learn! I was trying to adjust the points (two pieces of metal and a spring) in my bug's engine. I pulled the distributor cap off and couldn't find the points. I looked at pictures in my books that showed the distributor and the points right underneath the cap. I tried turning the engine over with a wrench, which supposedly allowed me to see the points move. Nothing moved. I unscrewed this box with wires that said “compu” on it that I thought was the condenser or something and I took the rest of the distributor apart. No points.

I was fed up and I put the distributor back together and drove to a friends house. Turns out I have electronic ignition, no points, and that box was my computer timing device. Oops! Knowing that would have saved me a 2 hours!

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