Zone Improvement Plan

While returning shoes for Jonas at Big 5 sports store (or whatever it's called), I was in line when the employee asked the man in front of me for his ZIP code - a standard question at Big 5. The conversation went like this:

Employee: What is your ZIP code, sir?

The Man: My ZIP code?

E: Yes - your ZIP code.

TM: Ummm . . .

(E forces a smile, but lets a hint of agitation shine through.)

TM: I forgot.

(FondlySam unintentionally lets out a little snicker.)

E: That's OK - I'll just-

TM: Wait - I got it-

E: I'll just skip-

TM: It's 97123. 97123!!

E: -skip that step. I already skipped that step, but thanks anyway.

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When I was asked the ZIP code question, I answered correctly and without pause or excuse.
I rule!