The Brain sprained his elbow at church this week. It wasn't until 11 p.m. that it began to hurt so badly that he said he needs to go to the E.R. So, at nearly midnight, the girl from billing entered the room to ask him some question for her records, and the Brain put on the charm.
Billing girl: Are you married?
The Brain [not really understanding why she was asking a 12YO boy his marital status] Noooo...
Billing girl [grinning]: I had to ask.
The Brain: [grinning charmingly]: I'm a handsome boy. I can see where you got confused.
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