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