"I worked at Little Caesars and we were proofing the dough for pizza. My boss said (at 7pm) that the dough needed to rise for 12 hours, and took out her calculator to do the math. So I said ummm that’s gonna be 7am. Then she said the dough will expire in 48 hours and started doing the math again. I told her it would expire two days from now, and she said “that’s kinda weird how that works out huh?”I quit shortly after that."
Which I get, because the round that is fired has to go somewhere. Unless you fire it directly out toward sea, the likelihood of it hitting something is there. The likelihood of that something being valuable or worthwhile is minuscule, granted, but still a likelihood.
But still, the sheriff comes off as a nincompoop, not getting the joke.
It's because the hurricane wasn't black.
Is, um, is there, uh, is there such a thing as a white hurricane?
/It's amazing how you can expose one person's ignorance with just one question, isn't it?
//It's a talent I have.