Repartee

That Saturday when we lost the Old Man’s front-door key, both men and both women were behind the counter at Bert’s when I arrived. There were only two other customers in the shop, and both of them were men. The second one asked the taller of the women behind the counter:
“Are you open at twelve on Saturdays?”
“Half past eleven.”
“Do you get customers at that time?”
“Yes, they’re queueing up outside, for their breakfast.”
The Old Man laughed at this anecdote, when I related it to him that afternoon.

[Original posting 18 November 2009]

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