There’s many a reason to believe that the consumer is king. But this harassed husband of a spendthrift wife wouldn’t quite agree. “Or why,” he asks, “does the friendly neighbourhood shopkeeper laugh his way to the bank?” His confident wife, in turn, told her concerned bosom buddy: “He wouldn’t divorce me over my shopping bills. Not since alimony.”
This shopper examining the label of a package found to her consternation that a whole lot of chemicals and preservatives were added to the foodstuff. “Dear me,” she exclaimed, “everything on this package seems damaging to the body…Especially the price.” And this gentleman asked of the lady shopping at the stationery store, “Do you keep stationery?” “No,” came the acerbic reply, “I squirm about at the prices sometimes.”
A man at a restaurant called to the attendant: “There’s a screw in my soup.” “And what do you expect at our prices,” shot back the attendant unapologetically, “a mechanised tractor?”
Another customer insisted on skipping dessert after a hearty meal. “And what could be a better finale than a dessert,” suggested the attendant. “The bill,” came the pale reply, “I’ll be chewing my brains out over it.”
But this customer had a nonchalant solution to a raw and unfair deal. He simply shot the man he purchased the gun from!
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