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once again my comedic genius went completely un-noticed and in fact resulted in a long and awkward silence in which i died a thousand deaths (a form of death i am very familiar with).
the beer store cashier incorrectly over rang my purchase. I told her the product was on sale, $2 less than keyed into the register. unable to correct the error unassisted, she shouted across the store to the manager, "pam,... i have an overy"
i giggled slightly and quickly responded, "i have a testicle, we should get together."
the humor of my little joke completely depended on the cashier realizing what she had said, which she didn't. my little joke did not stand so well on it's own and most assuredly was considered a lame pick up line or sexual harassment.
manager pam slowly meandered over, consumed an eternity to fix the "overy" and complete the transaction. all in complete silence.
feeling like an ass, i still giggled, once i was in my car.