Then you know all about it.
Worst job I ever had was the first time I dropped out of UT to start a business. After the business failed miserably, I had to move back to El Paso for a year to work at the family furniture store, pull my head out my ass, and go back to college. When I did that and did a semester at UTEP, I had to take a job telemarketing at West. For those of you not from El Paso, if you have no skills, you can do one of two jobs, telemarketer or city council. I took the job at West.
Anyway, first 3 weeks were training. One of the chicks in our training class was this army wife from Kansas. She was EXACTLY the stereotypical army wife from Kansas you'd imagine. Blonde, blue eyed, pale, looked like she had just gotten out of church on Sunday....in 1942. Boring hair cut, boring clothes, never said a word. Barely even smiled and never hung out with us during breaks.
So, anyhow, it's the last day of the 3 week training class and the fucking "teacher" (some child molester who couldn't make it selling used cars) makes everyone in the class tell a joke to loosen us up for the "final exam."
It comes around to Mary's turn. Of course, we're all expecting some joke about bumble bees or the sort of joke a 6 year old tells you.
Mary stands up and says:
Ok, what's the difference between mashed potatoes and pussy?
Pussy makes its own gravy.
You totally had to be there, but it was the single best 3-week-long setup to a punchline in the history of comedy.
