• I work at a store that buys, sells, and trades used stuff (but I PROMISE it's not a pawn shop).  As such, many interesting people come in, including an overweight, friendly little guy named Frank.  He's a quiet, awkward (but somewhat funny) twelve-year-old.  The other day, he came in wearing a shirt that said, "Sarcasm... just one of the services I offer."  When he was standing at the cash register, I couldn't really make out anything at first but the "sarcasm" part, so I asked him what his shirt said.  Frank replied, "Sarcasm... just one of the many services I offer" (italics mine).   When I realized the discrepancy between what his shirt said and what his mouth said, I laughed, thinking he had no idea what unique brand of sarcasm he was really offering. 
  • The store sells sports cards, and being in Missouri, many Kansas City Chiefs fans come in.  I often banter with them about how the Mighty Denver Broncos are better.  The other day, one of the Chiefs fans mentioned how they didn't trust Broncos fans.  Sometimes I don't think before responding.  "Why, because they're smarter than you?" I asked.  I think the reply trailed off and involved some cursing...
  • A kid came in recently with some stuff to trade.  He told us, "Yeah, I'm real bummed cuz I traded in like my three favorite games of all time a couple weeks ago.  I'm gonna try and trade to get 'em back."  My co-worker, Ross, asked, "Which games were they?"  to which the kid responded, "Uhh, I don't remember."  Favorite games of all time, he said.  Don't remember, he said.  This time I was quite deliberate in saying, "Makes sense." 
  • The other morning I called home from work, and my two-year-old (Coen) answered with a sheepish, "Hell-o."  He doesn't usually answer the phone, so I said, "Hey, Coen.  It's Daddy!"  He said, "Yes," and hung up.