The Grocery Store
A man walks into a grocery store. The store only has one checkout line. The line is full but he cuts everyone one to talk to the cashier
Cashier: Sir! You have to go to back of the line.
Man: No, no. It's okay, lady. I just want to ask a question.
Cashier: I'm a teenage boy. Not a lady!
Man: (Puts hands up) It's okay. Okay? (Slowly reaches into coat and pulls out a handgun and cautiously sets it on the counter.) It's okay. I just want to buy something.
Cashier: (Eyes gun) O-oka-ay. What do you want to buy?
Man: I want to buy a sofa.
Cashier: This is a grocery store.
Man: Well, yeah but can I have a sofa?
Cashier: We don't sell furniture.
Man: I'll go check.
The man walks into an aisle where he meets a lady.
Man: Hey there.
Lady: Hey, how are you?
Man: I'm fine. Where's the sofas.
Lady: In the milky way.
Man: Cool thanks.
Lady: Haha you are welcome champ!
Man: Really. I'm a champ.
Lady: Oh really?
Man: Yeah. You just said so.
Lady: No, you did.
Man: I did? You sure?
Lady: Very sure otherwise you wouldn't have asked.
Man: You're right.
Lady: I know.
Man: I do, too.
Lady: What is your favorite food from subway?
Man: The train.
Lady: Tell me about the train.
Man: It's big.
Lady: Maybe we're just really really small.
Man: Yeah, we are small. Aren't we?
Lady: I thought we were more than friends...
Man: I just met you! (Runs out the store)