Oh, wait, he has two versions: one for women and one for males. It wasn’t funny the first time I heard it, and it’s not funny now.

After he finishes the car and is checking them out he’ll say to males: “Time to get to ballet class, right?” Or to women he’ll substitute “ballet” for “hockey practice.”

Ha. How funny...

It’s worse, though, because he can barely talk. He had some sort of throat cancer years ago and lost his voice, and he refused to go to speech therapy so he can’t really talk. So most of the time customers respond with, “huh?” Then he’ll repeat it one or two more times. Then he writes it down in a language I nor anyone else can read. And then when I finally pipe up and say the joke most don’t laugh, and the ones that do, it’s a polite chuckle.

God I hate my job. I have one job lined up for August and I can’t wait for it. I don’t care about pay cuts anymore.