It’s a very hot day; I’m going to a barbecue at a friend’s place. He has asked me to bring some ice to keep the drinks cold. I pull into the drive-in liquor store.
The young guy who works there saunters over to my car window. He bends down.
“What can I do for you, Mate?”
“Do you sell ice?” I ask.
“Yep,” he says.
“Well, I’ll have two bags of ice, please.”
He looks at me, sweat brimming around his eyebgrows, “Sorry, Mate, we do have ice but it’s not frozen.”
5 Comments
January 12, 2008 at 6:01 am
Silent applause for his wit…but I’m sitting where it’s cool. I’m not sure I would be amused if I was broiling in the sun.
January 12, 2008 at 4:15 pm
It reminds me of the time I ordered an omlette at a ‘Little Chef’ diner and was told that they didn’t have any. “Do you have eggs ?” I asked. “Oh yes” said the waitress.
January 13, 2008 at 6:37 am
I never know in moments like that whether to be outraged or amused. I try to shoot for amused.
January 13, 2008 at 12:52 pm
You got of lightly Oscarandre an American would still have tried for a sale, based on the bags potential for ice making.
January 17, 2008 at 11:40 pm
Like the time I was only prepared to pay half-price for the bags of half-thawed ice, that were all that was available on a Sydney scorcher.