The King’s Speech
I was on the open at work today.
One of the first customers we had was a tall, foreign sounding bloke. He strolled up to my counter in a very cheerful manner for 10am on a Saturday.
‘I bought this copy of The King’s Speech yesterday,’ he said, ‘but it skips in the middle. Can I have a different one?’
I had a quick look at the disc and there were a few marks, so I told him that was fine. I had to walk across the store to the DVD counter to get a different copy.
As I got to the middle of the store, he quickly moved straight into my way.
‘You see,’ he said timidly, ‘it’s funny because it’s a film about a guy who stutters, and it skips.’
I guffawed, and expected him to move out of the way. He didn’t.
He looked so proud of himself. He’d blatantly thought of that joke the second the film had started skipping and was so excited to come into the store and tell us.
