Sweet and salty
The branch manager of our local bank was called Candy Butt. That was her name, on her business card.
She passed us on to a Personal Financial Consultant. This was a young lady whom she referred to as Miss Sou. Miss Sou gave us her card as well, which said S. L. Sou.
Today we received a letter from the bank. In it, Miss Sou signs her first name as Sodium.
She passed us on to a Personal Financial Consultant. This was a young lady whom she referred to as Miss Sou. Miss Sou gave us her card as well, which said S. L. Sou.
Today we received a letter from the bank. In it, Miss Sou signs her first name as Sodium.
posted by Tabula Rasa | 3/16/2010 10:09:00 PM
9 Comments:
The jokes threaten to flood the page but we must not give in.
km: oh come on - they don't all have to be gems; you can salt the mines a bit, can't you?
I think of salty-sweet jokes without writing them, in silence, in every moment of my existence, with every ounce of my being.
Ha ha, nice try.
Ms. Butt was promoted to branch manager after spending years in the back-office.
Dear God no. I am staying away from this. For now.
now that's krackerjack.
bm, you could draw, you know (and make a blurb-backed beast for km while you're at it. i might even write a poem in celebration).
you mean a real beast? Belinda doesn't count?
bm: bromide? i thought this was about chloride.
"Proud Purple Penultimate" - thanks for that blurb, BM.
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