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I went to the store today to get a new box of (generic) Sudafed. As usual, I had to jump through hoops to buy it since pseudoephedrine can be used to make meth. After I showed my driver's license, the pharmacist asked me to sign a statement about not misrepresenting my identity or using it for anything illegal. All standard stuff these days.
Now, one of my "endearing quirks" is that I do my best to at least skim everything before I sign my name to it. To add some humor to something that probably looks awfully pedantic, I often mutter "...agree to sell my immortal soul..." as I read. To my delight, the pharmacist today replied, "Oh, you saw that? I thought we had it in a small enough font that nobody would notice!"
I laughed and signed my name, and she rang up my purchase. "Five seventy-three," she said. And then, "Souls sure have gotten cheap these days."
"Yeah, soul-inflation has really been brutal lately," I said. We smiled, I thanked her, and I headed home.
It's rare for someone to play along, especially that much. Good stuff!
Now, one of my "endearing quirks" is that I do my best to at least skim everything before I sign my name to it. To add some humor to something that probably looks awfully pedantic, I often mutter "...agree to sell my immortal soul..." as I read. To my delight, the pharmacist today replied, "Oh, you saw that? I thought we had it in a small enough font that nobody would notice!"
I laughed and signed my name, and she rang up my purchase. "Five seventy-three," she said. And then, "Souls sure have gotten cheap these days."
"Yeah, soul-inflation has really been brutal lately," I said. We smiled, I thanked her, and I headed home.
It's rare for someone to play along, especially that much. Good stuff!