Welcome To Obamaburger. May I Take Your Money?
By: J.J. Jackson
Behind the counter is an Obamaburger employee busily filing her fingernails and who barely looks up as a young man approaches her, bypassing a longer line at another register which does not seem to be moving. “Welcome to Obamaburger. May I take your money?” she asks listlessly.
The perplexed customer responds, “Don’t you mean take my order?”
Her response, without so much as a look is, “Sir, you’re holding up the line. Don’t make me call security.”
The customer, looks behind him and notices that he is the only one in this particular line but not wanting to cause a fuss replies hastily, “Geez, ok. Uh … let’s see. I will have –”
“Sir, I need your Social Security Number first.”
“Excuse me?” the customer asks.
“Your Social Security Number sir. You’re holding up the line again.”
“What line?” Now, very confused the customer asks again, “What do you need my Social Security Number for?”
Finally looking up from her “work” the employee gets very testy at the delay and the line of questioning. “That’s it, I’m calling security –”
“What? No …” scared at what is going on the customer finally concedes to her demands, “Alright my number is 123-45-6789.”
Sighing at the thought of having to finally do something productive, the lady behind the counter starts punching numbers into her register, “One moment while I pull up your tax return for last year.”
“My tax return? What the hell are you doing?”
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