I’ve told this joke hundreds of times to patrons, and it’s never gone wrong before.
Patron: I have some books to return and I need to pay the fine.
Me: You need to speak to the devilishly handsome gentleman with the long hair and poofy beard.
Patron: Is that…
Me: It’s me.
Patron: Is there like… is that one of the security guards?
Me: It’s me.
Patron: Where is this person?
Me: It’s me.
Coworker: Matt I think you need to retire that joke.
Me: You might be right.
Were they messing with you? I’d be tempted to mess with you after a line like that.
God that would make this story 10x better wouldn’t it? But no, I’m pretty sure they were sincere.