oh no she di’int: overheard in new york

Because after a day like today, a laugh is worth a great deal:

Teen cashier: I’ll need to see some ID.
Female shopper: Ok, here you go.
Teen cashier: [Looks at woman’s driver’s license.] Oh wow, so you’re an organ donor?
Female shopper: Yes.
Teen cashier: Oh my god! Which organ did you donate?

–Trader Joe’s, Union Square Overheard by: rko

Which reminds me of Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life (via wikiquote):

[Mr Brown answers the door of his home to find two men dressed in white labcoats.] Labcoat #1: Hello. Uh… Can we have your liver?
Mr Brown: What?
Labcoat #1: Your liver. It’s a large, uh… glandular organ in your abdomen.
[Mr Brown just stares at the labcoated men.] Labcoat #1: You know, it’s, uh… it’s reddish-brown; it’s sort of, uh…
Mr Brown: Yeah, y-yeah, I know what it is, but… I’m using it! I…
[The labcoated men push into the house. The second man holds Mr Brown against the wall.] Labcoat #2: Go on, sir! Don’t muck us up, now!
[The first labcoated man searches him and pulls out a card.] Labcoat #1: Hel-lo! What’s this, then?
Mr Brown: A liver donor’s card.
Labcoat #1: Need we say more?
Labcoat #2: No!
Mr Brown: Listen! I can’t give it to you now. It says, ‘in the event of death’. Uh. Oh! Ah. Ah. Eh.
Labcoat #1: No one who has ever had their liver taken out by us has survived.
Mr Brown: Agh.

2 Replies to “oh no she di’int: overheard in new york”

  1. Okay. True story. Starring me as the customer who had just written a check for a purchase. Co-starring: Young, socially-challenged salesgirl.Salesgirl: “Can I see some ID?”Customer: “Sure.” Digs DL from wallet. Hands it to the clerk.Salesgirl: Looks over the DL, up at me, then back down. “So which is your real hair color?”Customer:  “The one I’m wearing. The same as the one in the picture.”Salesgirl: “Wow. This picture must have been taken a long time ago.”Customer: “No longer than the state allows, but long enough for me to perfect the art of impatience.”  

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