A flying saucer landed at a gas station on a lonely country road. The two space aliens inside seemed completely unconcerned about detection; in fact, the letters “UFO” were emblazoned in big, bold letters on one side of their shiny craft. As the station owner stood and gawked in silence, paralyzed with shock, his young blond attendant nonchalantly filled up the tank and waved to the two aliens as they took off. “Do you realize what just happened?” the station owner finally uttered.
“Yeah,” said the blond attendant. “So?”
“Didn’t you see the space aliens in that vehicle?!”
“Yeah,” repeated the blonde attendant. “So?”
“Didn’t you see the letters ‘UFO’ on the side of that vehicle?!”
“Yeah,” repeated the blonde attendant. “So?”
“Don’t you know what ‘UFO’ means?!”
The blonde attendant rolled his eyes. “Good grief, boss! I’ve been
working here for six years. Of course I know what ‘UFO’ means
‘Unleaded Fuel Only.’”