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The manager of a large retail outlet noticed a new man one day and told him to come into his office.
"What is your name?" was the first thing the manager asked the new guy.
"John," the new guy replied.
The manager scowled, "Look... I don't know what kind of a mamby-pamby place you worked before, but I don't call anyone by their first name. It breeds familiarity and that leads to a breakdown in authority. I refer to my employees by their last name only... Smith, Jones, Baker... That's all. So that tomorrow you or any other employee should not address a customers by his or her first name . Now that we got that straight, what is your last name?"
The new guy sighed, "Darling. My name is John Darling."
"Okay John, the next thing I want to tell you is..."
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"Cash, check or charge?" I asked after folding items the woman wished to purchase. As she fumbled for her wallet I notice a remote control for a television set in her purse. |
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A picky customer comes to a small food shop and sees a new delivery of fresh fruit. "Give me two kilograms of oranges and wrap every orange up in a separate piece of paper, please," he says to the saleswoman. She does. "And three kilograms of plums, please, and wrap up every one in a separate piece of paper, too." She does. "And what is that there," he asks pointing out a bushel basket in the corner. "Cherries," says the saleswoman, "but they are not for sale!" |
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A picky customer comes to a small food shop and sees a new delivery of fresh fruit. "Give me two kilograms of oranges and wrap every orange up in a separate piece of paper, please," he says to the saleswoman. She does. "And three kilograms of plums, please, and wrap up every one in a separate piece of paper, too." She does. "And what is that there," he asks pointing out a bushel basket in the corner. "Cherries," says the saleswoman, "but they are not for sale!" |
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