


Lady walks into Tiffany's.
Browses around, spots a beautiful diamond bracelet and
walks over to inspect it.
As she bends over to look more closely she
inadvertently breaks wind.
Embarrassed, she looks around nervously to see if
anyone has noticed her little accident and prays that
a sales person doesn't pop up right now.
As she turns around, her worst nightmare materializes
in the form of a salesman standing right behind her.
Cool as a cucumber and displaying complete
professionalism, the salesman greets the lady with,
'Good day, Madam'. How may I help you today?'
Very uncomfortably, but hoping that the salesman may
just not have been there at the time of her little
'accident', she asks, 'what is the price of this
lovely bracelet?'
'Madam, you farted just looking at it,
you're going to shit when I tell you the price.'



