Thursday, November 11, 2004

sweaters

My oldest friend A's conversation with a sales clerk yesterday:

A: I see the regular sweaters and I see the petite sweaters, but I don't see the fat people sweaters anywhere.
Clerk: You mean the beautiful women sweaters? They're over behind the petites.
A: Well, that figures. What were they thinking to make us shop right next to the petites?
Clerk: Honey, we rule.
A: You know how you know that?....Because we eat all their food.

I really love this woman.

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