Quote by Steven Wright

I went to the bank and asked to borrow a cup of money. They said, 'What for?' I said, 'I'm going to buy some sugar.'


I went to the bank and asked to borrow a cup of money. They

Summary

This humorous quote highlights the absurdity of bureaucracy and the complexities of financial systems. It satirizes the excessive paperwork and questioning often associated with borrowing money. The protagonist's simple request for a loan to buy sugar is met with a confused response, showcasing the absurdity of societal norms and the sometimes meaningless rules that govern our interactions. The quote serves as a comical commentary on the perceived inefficiencies and red tape of institutions like banks.

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Money
By Steven Wright
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