And He *VOTED*.
Nov. 6th, 2008 03:10 amI posted this in
customers_suck, but I thought I'd share it with you as well. I thought I was literally (sorry, Mia!) going to piss myself laughing.
My coworker (S) was getting ready to leave when a young guy came in to buy cigarettes. He just turned eighteen a few months ago, and was excited that he got to vote in his first Presidential election on Tuesday. He was less than excited that Barack Obama won, and he explained to us why.
YG: My taxes are going to go through the roof!
Me: Do you make that much money?
YG: No, I mean sales taxes. Sales taxes are going to be so high, people won't be able to afford things any more.
Me: Well-
YG: It's the Plutonium prices. Obama wants to raise them.
Me: Plutonium?
S: Huh?
YG: *nods*
Me: Well, I don't use much Plutonium on a daily basis, so I think I'll be fine.
YG: When Plutonium prices go up, the price of everything goes up.
S: I have to go...
YG: Everything's made with Plutonium. That plastic bag there, for example.
Me: I think we'll be okay.
So YG left, convinced he'd broadened our minds, and I looked over at S. She was biting her lip and shaking, she was trying so hard not to laugh.
Me: Did he say Plutonium, or am I losing it?
S: No, he said it.
Me: Just checking.
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My coworker (S) was getting ready to leave when a young guy came in to buy cigarettes. He just turned eighteen a few months ago, and was excited that he got to vote in his first Presidential election on Tuesday. He was less than excited that Barack Obama won, and he explained to us why.
YG: My taxes are going to go through the roof!
Me: Do you make that much money?
YG: No, I mean sales taxes. Sales taxes are going to be so high, people won't be able to afford things any more.
Me: Well-
YG: It's the Plutonium prices. Obama wants to raise them.
Me: Plutonium?
S: Huh?
YG: *nods*
Me: Well, I don't use much Plutonium on a daily basis, so I think I'll be fine.
YG: When Plutonium prices go up, the price of everything goes up.
S: I have to go...
YG: Everything's made with Plutonium. That plastic bag there, for example.
Me: I think we'll be okay.
So YG left, convinced he'd broadened our minds, and I looked over at S. She was biting her lip and shaking, she was trying so hard not to laugh.
Me: Did he say Plutonium, or am I losing it?
S: No, he said it.
Me: Just checking.