The clerk waited for the pretty girl to leave the store then threw his register at a neatly stacked display of canned bratwurst.

“Register’s broken!” He yelled at the manager as he leapt over the counter & broke into a sprint, “And I’m clocking off. P.S. there’s a canned bratwurst issue in isle 3.”

The manager, a heavy set man with balding features, attempted a chase & collected himself in isle 3, coming stuck up, arch-backed over the register with 7 or 8 cans of bratwurst distributed on his person.
“Come back you bastard!” He yelled with the kind of voice only 2 cans of bratwurst in the mouth can muffle.

But the clerk didn’t hear him & 2 minutes l8r he was home, hosed and suited, ready for his hot date. ‘Ok, flowers.’ He inwardly vocalised as he picked a rose from his neighbour’s yard.
“Boon off ya jerk!” His neighbour was not impressed
“I’ve got a hot date Mr Brekpost u old kodger!”
“Who with?”
And then it clicked
“Oh shyte I forgot to ask her that”
“U mute stork!” said Mr Brekpost