A customer asked a store clerk, "In what aisle could I find Polish sausage?"
The clerk looked at him somewhat curiously and asked, "Are you Polish?"
Surprised by the question, the customer replied, "Well, yes I am."
"That explains it."
"And what do you mean by that?" the customer asked somewhat miffed at the clerk's answer.
"Oh, nothing. . ."
The customer, not satisfied with the brush off, countered, "Wait a minute here. . .your original comment sounded like there's a lot more to it. . .Let me ask you something. If I had asked for lasagna, would you have asked me if I was Italian? Or German if I had asked for bratwurst? Or Jew if I asked for kosher hot dog? Or Mexican if I had asked for taco?
"No, I probably wouldn't!"
The customer now obviously irked and with indignation in his voice, queried, "Well then, why did you ask me if I'm Polish because I asked for Polish sausage?"
The clerk replied, "Because you're in Home Depot."
The clerk looked at him somewhat curiously and asked, "Are you Polish?"
Surprised by the question, the customer replied, "Well, yes I am."
"That explains it."
"And what do you mean by that?" the customer asked somewhat miffed at the clerk's answer.
"Oh, nothing. . ."
The customer, not satisfied with the brush off, countered, "Wait a minute here. . .your original comment sounded like there's a lot more to it. . .Let me ask you something. If I had asked for lasagna, would you have asked me if I was Italian? Or German if I had asked for bratwurst? Or Jew if I asked for kosher hot dog? Or Mexican if I had asked for taco?
"No, I probably wouldn't!"
The customer now obviously irked and with indignation in his voice, queried, "Well then, why did you ask me if I'm Polish because I asked for Polish sausage?"
The clerk replied, "Because you're in Home Depot."
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