Big Lies Are Better Than Small Ones
CANADA, EDITORS' CHOICE, LIQUOR STORE, STUPID | RIGHT | AUGUST 4, 2008
(Often I enter the beer cooler with shorts, a t-shirt, and some rubber-hand work gloves on.)
Me: *walks out of the cooler*
Customer: “Are you f****** insane? It’s freezing in there.
Me: “I don’t mind it.”
Customer: “That’s bull-s***! You know it’s cold. Why would you lie to me?”
Me: “Excuse me? I’m pretty sure I know my own tolerance and I’m working so I get a bit warm, even in there.”
Customer: “Warm!? In a cooler?! You’re a god-d*** liar! How can you be warm in there?!”
Me: “I’m Canadian, and ever since my igloo melted I only feel at home in there.”
Customer: “Oh, I didn’t know. I’m sorry for your loss.”
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