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 the manager,
‘Some old b#stard
wants to buy half a head of lettuce.’
As he finished his sentence, he turned to find the man
standing right behind
him, so he quickly added, ‘and this gentleman kindly
offered to buy the
other half.’
The manager approved the deal, and the man went on his
way.
Later the manager said to the boy, ‘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?’
‘ New Zealand , sir,’ the boy replied.
‘Well, why did you leave New Zealand ?’ the manager
asked.
The boy said, ‘Sir, there’s nothing but whores and
rugby players there.’
‘Really,’ replied the manager? ‘My wife is from
New Zealand !’
‘Really??’ replied the boy. ‘Who’d she play
for?’
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