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Years ago I was an assistant manager for a gas station. My boss had hired a young blonde airhead to work behind the counter and she quickly became the neverending joke of the company.
One day I was out taking some readings on the gas pumps when she gets on the store intercom and calls out from the store, "I need to get some change from the safe. Can you tell me the combination to the safe again?" (we had a night deposit safe behind the counter).
I was standing next to a customer filling his tank at the time, and the blonde chick could easily see me through the big station windows.
The customer next to me started laughing, so I said, "No problem Margie...I'll whisper it to the customer here and he'll tell you when he comes in to pay for his gas."
Dead serious, the chick replies, "Oh, okay...thanks." The customer and I nearly busted a gut laughing.
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