Joan: “What do you mean you won’t allow me to check in to this hotel?”
Desk Clerk: “We have a strict policy against letting people into the building with eyebrows that are bigger than the Chrysler Building. It’s a structural issue, and we can’t jeopardize the safety of the other guests. I’m sure you understand.”
Joan: “No, I don’t understand. This is discrimination. I was born this way!”
Desk Clerk: “No you weren’t. You would never have made it out of the womb with those speed bumps. Come back and see us when your gardener has had a chance to hack at those things with a weed-whacker.”
Previously published in “Crusty Pie” and “Bonnywood Manor”. Slight changes made for this post.
Had to share this little comment snippet, my response to the lovely Claudette on the previous post: “Confession Time: I have probably the thickest eyebrows you have ever seen on this planet. (I actually have to have them trimmed when I get my haircut every 4 weeks, with innocent bystanders running and screaming as the industrial-strength trimmer sends deadly bits of shrapnel flying through the air.)
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