I went to a bank to open a new account. A lady was assigned to help me. She looked heavy, had a big belly, and was limping.
“Great, first time mum”, I thought. “Just hope she’s not having one of those bitchy-pregnant-lady days”.
…all necessary arrangements were made and I was about to leave…
“So, when are you expecting?”
“Expecting what?”
“You know, the baby!” following a faint laughter.
“I’m not pregnant”
“Owh”. Awkward silence. “Hihihi…nothing beats a lame joke on a Sunday”, followed by a chuckling sound.
…I thanked her and slowly died of embarrassment…
Banks don’t open on Sundays.
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