hansmoust
Enlightened Member
Since I have at least one fan in this particular department, I felt I had to dig deep for another one. This one's for you John!
One day, a man walked into the produce section of his local supermarket
and asked to buy half a head of lettuce. The boy working in that department told him that they only sold whole heads of lettuce. The man was insistent that the boy ask his manager about the matter. Walking into the back room, the boy said to his manager, "Some jerk out there wants to buy only half a head of lettuce." As he finished his sentence, he turned to find the man standing right behind him, so he added, "and this gentleman wants to buy the other half." The manager approved the deal and the man went on his way.
Later the manager found the boy and said "I was impressed with the way
you got yourself out of that situation earlier. We like people who think on
their feet here. Where are you from, son?" "Minnesota, sir," the boy
replied. "Well, why did you leave Minnesota," the manager asked.
The boy said, "Sir, there's nothing but whores and hockey players up there."
"Really!" said the manager. "My wife is from Minnesota!"
The boy replied, "No kidding? What team did she play for?"
One day, a man walked into the produce section of his local supermarket
and asked to buy half a head of lettuce. The boy working in that department told him that they only sold whole heads of lettuce. The man was insistent that the boy ask his manager about the matter. Walking into the back room, the boy said to his manager, "Some jerk out there wants to buy only half a head of lettuce." As he finished his sentence, he turned to find the man standing right behind him, so he added, "and this gentleman wants to buy the other half." The manager approved the deal and the man went on his way.
Later the manager found the boy and said "I was impressed with the way
you got yourself out of that situation earlier. We like people who think on
their feet here. Where are you from, son?" "Minnesota, sir," the boy
replied. "Well, why did you leave Minnesota," the manager asked.
The boy said, "Sir, there's nothing but whores and hockey players up there."
"Really!" said the manager. "My wife is from Minnesota!"
The boy replied, "No kidding? What team did she play for?"