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Wednesday, 10 March 2010

My Baby, My Doggy

Sitting in a restaurant, you notice that there is a baby carriage standing outside, alone, looking stranded. At first glance, you think it's just empty, waiting for its occupant with its mommy. When you look closer, however, you discover there actually is a baby inside.
Your first impulse is to look outside for the mother, see if she might be standing at a reasonable distance of the baby, maybe smoking and not wanting the smoke to get to the child.
When you realise that there is no soul in the near proximity of the baby carriage, and knowing full well that it is very cold outside, you start thinking about rescuing the child and taking it to the authorities.
Before taking any rash action, however, you turn to a woman who is sitting by the window in front of the baby.
- The baby outside, it's alone... Did you see anything?
The woman, who is quietly reading a book with a latte next to her, looks up and says in the most natural way in the world:
- Yes, it's my baby.
OMG!

Friday, 16 October 2009

The cashier always strikes thrice

Apparently there is a new generation of checkouts in the supermarkets now. The kind that is sensitive to the direction from which you pass the products when you check out. Let me tell you how I found out about this technological marvel.
The other day, I went to Tesco with a friend. He bought a magazine and a few yoghurts. At the express check out, the cashier asked him for over 1000 Kc! Hem... Something seemed to be wrong in this picture, and we tried to make the woman understand it, while she actively worked at having my friend type in the PIN code of his credit card.
When finally we managed to convince her that this figure could not possibly be correct, she discovered that the magazine had been counted three times! How this was possible, she had no problem to explain to us: My friend had passed the magazine to her through the left side of the check out, and so it was counted three times by the machine...
Hem again...
Of course, she had to call her boss to cancel this, and she did not hesitate to tell us that now SHE would be blamed for this, as if it was really my friend who was at fault.
So now everyone, be warned: Beware of this new generation of check outs that register everything three times, depending on which side the products are passed. More than one unsuspecting customer will be ripped if they do not pay attention...