Via normblog:
Woman in a supermarket searches out the manager.
Woman: I can't find the broccoli.
Manager: Madam, I'm afraid we don't have any broccoli.
W: Do you have any dried broccoli?
M: No, sorry, no dried broccoli either.
W: How about tinned broccoli?
M: No, we're clean out of broccoli. I'm really sorry. You could try again tomorrow.
W: So you don't have any bottled broccoli then?
M: Madam, we have no broccoli of any kind. But look around the store; maybe something else will do.
W: Hmmm... it's disappointing. I did want to get broccoli.
The woman goes off to look for other purchases. The manager let's out a long breath, tries to remember what he was doing when interrupted, and when he does, resumes it. About 10 minutes later, the same customer is back.
W: Do you, by any chance, have stewed broccoli?
M: No, Madam, it's like I said before: we just have no broccoli.
W: Curried broccoli?
M: Nope.
W: Oh...
And off she goes. But after a short spell, she's tapping the manager on the shoulder again.
Warning: Language
W: You wouldn't happen to have pickled broccoli, would you?
M: Madam, how do you spell the 'dog' in 'dogmatic'?
W: D-O-G.
M: And how do you spell the 'cat' in 'catatonic'?
W: C-A-T.
M: Good. How do you spell the 'fuck' in 'broccoli'?
W: There's no 'fuck' in 'broccoli'.
M: That's exactly what I've been trying to tell you: there's no fuckin' broccoli!
Comments (1)
um . . . ha
Posted by laugher | February 27, 2007 5:42 AM
Posted on February 27, 2007 05:42