John worked in a supermarket. A man came in one day and asked him for half a kilogram of butter. John told him they only sell 1 kg packets of butter, but the man was persistent. John said he’d go ask his manager what to do.
He walked into the back room and said, “There’s a bloody fellow out there who wants to buy only half a kilo of butter.” As he finished saying this, he turned around to find the man standing right behind him, so he added,“And this gentleman wants to buy the other half.”
The manager finished the deal and later said to John, “You almost got yourself in a lot of trouble earlier, but I must say I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of it. You think on your feet, and I like it a lot. Which place are you from?”
John replied, “I’m from Mexico, Sir.”
“Oh, really? Why did you leave Mexico?” asked the manager.
John replied, “Because they’re just prostitutes and soccer players there.”
“My wife is from Mexico,” the manager said.
John replied, “Great! Which team did she play for?”
if I didn’t find it funny, I would be laughing like I did in duckie123’s thread