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Joke du Jour (tm) Set1. Volume 14; Issue 4. Feb 4, 1999
Perhaps, I am a traitor to my sex. I don't like to go
shopping if I'm not buying. What's the point of hunting
if you don't get to kill....er... buy it?
LadyHawke
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"Complaining Customer"
The woman was always frequenting small antique
shops, but regardless of what she saw there, she
always complained about something. The quality
was poor or the prices too high, or even the location.
The shop owners took it in stride, but one day, while
ranting and raving, (and, as usual, not buying) she
blasted at the clerk, "Why is it I never manage to get
what I ask for in your shop?"
The clerk smiled and replied, "Possibly, because
we're too polite."
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Woman shopper trying on outfit to saleslady: "I can't
buy it. It looks too much like something I could afford."
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"Taking It To The Top"
The store's policy on returns was prominently
posted at every register as well as throughout the
store. Every receipt also had the same information.
A store credit would be given on all returns, but there
were no cash refunds.
After explaining this policy to the grouchy dowager,
the woman blew up at the clerk, finally demanding the
name of the President and his address. The clerk
calmly replied, "William Clinton, 1600 Pennsylvania
Avenue, Washington, DC."
The woman promptly wrote this information down and
stuffed it into her purse.
"He will hear from ME!" she announced as she
stormed out of the store.
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