Tales from the Crypt - Zach style.

[zachariah]

So the other night, as I'm working the graveyard shift at Total, a cop comes in and asks, "Do you sell stamps?" Being the overconfident fool that I am, I reply, "No, sir, I don't think so." He eyes me, a suspicious glint in his beady little eyes. "Are you sure? I know this place used to sell stamps." Never wavering, I gaze right back at him (politely, of course) and answer, "As far as I know, we do not sell stamps." He pauses, set back. "Well, alright. Thanks anyway." The man leaves. Perplexed, I go back to my duties. It is only after I turn around (to perform some mundane paperwork) that I see a clearly visible sign saying "Postage Stamps" with full dozen of the little packets in the slot.

I felt like a retard.