After spending 3-1/2 hours enduring the long lines, surly clerks and insane regulations at the department of motor vehicles, a lady stopped at a toy store to pick up a gift for her son. She brought her selection - a baseball bat - to the cash register. "Cash or charge," the clerk asked. "Cash," she snapped. Then apologizing for her rudeness, she explained, "
I've spent the afternoon at the motor-vehicles bureau. I am way past sane!!" "Shall I gift -wrap the bat?" the clerk asked sweetly, "Or are you going back there?"