After spending 3-1/2 hours enduring the long lines, surly clerks and insane regulations at the department of motor vehicles, a lady stopped at a toy store to pick up a gift for her son. She brought her selection - a baseball bat - to the cash register.
"Cash or charge?" the clerk asked.
"Cash," she snapped. Then, apologizing for her rudeness, she explained, "I've spent the afternoon at the Dept. of Motor-Vehicle Bureau."
"Shall I gift wrap the bat?" the clerk asked sweetly. "Or are you going back there?"