In honor of my mom...
When I was growing up, there was a convenience/liquor store a few blocks from my house called Jiffy Market. As a service to some of their best customers they would allow you to sign for groceries and cash. Rather than having to walk into the bank and stand in line, you could just pull up to their store, buy some groceries, ask for $40 and sign the receipt. And then you would come in at the end of the month and pay off your account. We knew all the clerks and when Ryan, Shea or myself needed money for something, we would ask our mom and she would tell us to go sign for it at Jiffy.
One day, when Shea was around 11 years old he asked my mom if he could have some money to get a haircut. The haircut place was right next to Jiffy Market. My mom was busy and didn't have any money on her so she figured Shea could go to Jiffy, sign for some money, and then go to the barber and get a haircut. My mom said, "I don't have any cash on me. Ride your bike to Jiffy and then get a haircut".
So Shea rode his bike down to Jiffy Market and stood in line. When he got to the front of the line he said. "I need a haircut". The clerk, Raj, agreed but was a little confused as to why Shea rode his bike all the way down there and stood in line to tell him that. So, Raj kindly brushed him aside and started helping other customers.
Shea waited patiently and when the customers had been helped...
Shea: Hey, Raj. I need a haircut.
Shea: ...So, can you give me a haircut?
Raj: What? You want ME to give you a haircut?
Shea: Yeah, my mom told me to come down here and sign for a haircut.
Raj: Are you sure?
Raj: Okay, sit right there, I'll find some scissors.
Luckily Raj came to his senses and called my mom to make sure before he got started, but we all had a good laugh about it.