Proof Of Purchase
An old lady went to the store to buy some food for her dog. At the checkout counter, the clerk told her the store had a new policy: too many elderly people on limited incomes were buying dog food to eat themselves. If she wanted to buy dog food, she’d have to bring in her dog.
Annoyed, the woman went home, brought back her loyal dog Fido, and was allowed to purchase the dog food without further trouble.
The next day, she returned to buy cat food. Again, the cashier stopped her. The policy was the same: no cat food without proof of a cat. So she went home, fetched her fluffy feline, and returned to make her purchase.
On the third day, the woman came in carrying a plain brown box.
She walked up to the cashier and calmly said to stick her hand inside.
The clerk hesitated, suspicious. She asked what was inside. The old woman insisted there was nothing dangerous—just feel it.
Reluctantly, the cashier reached into the box, felt something strange, and immediately pulled her hand out, screaming.
The old lady smiled.
Now, may I please buy some toilet paper?
