Returned from the bank where I paid a bill. I got back 17 cents in change.

I looked at the dime, nickel and two cents and said. "Wow! Seventeen cents! Shoot! A fella could have a pretty good weekend in Vegas with all of that money! That's gotta be at least three hookers and an 8-ball worth of blow!"

Both bank tellers, both women, were laughing themselves silly.

Enter Karen behind me who just HAD to barge in announce "That's not funny!"

"Words spoken by a woman that's not worth one of my seventeen cents," I replied. "Why? Ya looking to make a little change?"

The two tellers totally lost it. I pocketed my 17 cents and left.

When the woman got to the teller I had just left she asked her, "Did that man just insinuate I was a prostitute?"

They both lost it again.

The older I get the more ridiculous day to day life seems.

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