Blondes at Work
I was signing the receipt for my credit card purchase when the blonde clerk noticed I had never signed my name on the back of the credit card.

She informed me that she could not complete the transaction unless the card was signed.

When I asked why, she explained that it was necessary to compare the signature I had just signed on the receipt.

So I signed the credit card in front of her.

She carefully compared the signature to the one I had just signed on the receipt. As luck would have it, they matched.

Blondes in the Neighborhood
I live in a semi rural area. We recently had a new neighbor, who happened to be blonde, call the local township administrative office to request the removal of the Deer Crossing sign on our road. The reason: too many deer were being hit by cars and she didn't want them to cross there anymore.

Blondes in Food Service
My daughter went to a local Taco Bell and ordered a taco. She asked the blonde teenager behind the counter for minimal lettuce. He said he was sorry, but they only had iceberg.

Blonde Sighting #1
I was at the airport, checking in at the gate when a blonde airport employee asked, "Has anyone put anything in your baggage without your knowledge?"

To which I replied, "If it was without my knowledge, how would I know?"

He smiled knowingly and added, "That's why we ask."

Blonde Sighting #2
The stoplight on the corner buzzes when it's safe to cross the street. I was crossing with a blonde coworker of mine when she asked if I knew what the buzzer was for.

I explained that it signals blind people when the light is red.

Appalled, she responded, "What on earth are blind people doing driving?"

Blonde Sighting #3
At a good-bye luncheon for an old and dear coworker who was leaving the company due to downsizing.

Our blonde manager commented cheerfully, "This is fun. We should do this more often."

Not a word was spoken. We all just looked at each other with that deer-in-the-headlights stare.

Blonde Sighting #4
I work with a blonde individual who plugged her power strip back into itself and for the life of her couldn't understand why her system would not turn on.

Blonde Sighting #5
When my husband and I arrived at an automobile dealership to pick up our car, we were told the keys had been locked in it. We went to the service department and found a mechanic working feverishly to unlock the driver's side door. (Yes, he had blonde hair.)

As I watched from the passenger side, I instinctively tried the door handle and discovered that it was unlocked.

"Hey," I announced to the technician, "It's open!"

To which he replied, "I know - I already got that side."
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