fatdavid8

For Christmas, Mrs. 8, my mother, decided not to be too hurtfully insane this year and, instead of purchasing her usual batch of crazy oddments whose purpose of course is to illustrate in how little regard she holds my wife, M.F., she purchased a nice argyle sweater for her. Mrs. 8 had a bit of unexpected trouble in finding it, though.

While we were unwrapping our gifts, Mrs. 8 related to us that she had stopped by a few stores but had been unable to find an argyle sweater, so she eventually stopped and asked a salesgirl, "Pardon me, but do you have any argyle sweaters?"

The salesgirl looked puzzled for a moment and then called over her shoulder to salesgirl in the distance, "Hey, Brandy! Do we have any gargoyle sweaters?


Hmmmm...