I went grocery shopping earlier today and picked up a pack of chicken legs.
Right before the young cashier rang them up, I looked at her with a straight face and asked, “Excuse me, do you happen to know if these are the front or the back legs?”
She paused, dead serious. She turned the package over, carefully reading every single piece of text on the label. Not finding the answer, she looked up and said, “I don’t know, let me go ask my manager.”
I just smiled and let her go.
A couple of minutes later, she marched back to the register, glared at me, and snapped, “Not funny.”
“I’m sorry,” I chuckled, “but it was pretty funny to me.”
The gentleman standing in line behind me chimed in, “For me too. That was a good one!”
