Four guys are driving cross-country together -- one from Idaho, one from Iowa, one from Florida, and the last one is from New York.
After a while the man from Idaho starts pulling potatoes from his bag and throwing them out the window. The man from Iowa asks, "What the heck are you doing?" The man from Idaho says, "Man, we have so many of these darned things in Idaho -- I'm sick of looking at them!"
A few more miles, and the man from Iowa begins pulling ears of corn from his bag and throwing them out the window. The man from Florida asks, "What are you doing?" The man from Iowa replies, "Man, we have so many of these things in Iowa -- I'm sick of looking at them!"
Inspired by the others, the man from Florida opens the car door and pushes the New Yorker out.
I patiently waiting at the customer service desk for my turn. I had come back to return a pair of jeans that were too tight.
"Is something wrong with them?" the teenage clerk asked me.
"Yes," I replied. "They hurt my feelings."
The clerk had no response for me.