Roadrunner
24-11-2004, 03:47 PM
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A young Glasgow lad moved to London and went to Harrods looking for a job.
'Do you have any sales experience?' asked the manager. 'Oh Aye; uv dunna bitta sales stuff back up eh road an'at, ah'eh Barras an'at, know?', nodded the young Weegie.
The manager liked the lad, so he gave him the job. The young Scot's first day was challenging and busy, but he got through it. After the store was locked up, the manager came down to see how he was settling in. 'So, how many sales did you make today?' He smiled at the boy.
The Weegie said: 'Jist the wan'.
The manager was immediately disappointed. 'Wh-a-a-t? Just one? Harrods's sales people average 20 or 30 sales a day! Dear me! Oh well, how much was the sale for, anyway?'
'£101,237.64' said the lad.
The Harrods manager choked. 'Blimey, one hundred and one thousand, two hundred and thirty-seven pounds and sixty four pence! What in hell did you sell him?'
'Well, first ah selt him a wee fish hook, then a medium fish hook, and then ah selt him a new fishing rod. Then ah asked him where he was gawin' fishing, and he said down at the coast, so I telt him he would need a boat. We went down to the boat department and I selt him that twin-engined Power Cat. Then he said he didn't think his wee Honda Civic could pull it, so I took him down to car sales and I selt him a dinky 4x4 Suzuki...'.
The manager was now incredulous. 'Wait a minute; you mean to tell me that a guy came in here to buy a small fish hook but you sold him a boat AND a four-by-four?'
'Naw naw, big man, he came in tae buy a box of tampons furries missus and Ah said.........
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'Well pal, seein' as how yer weekend's f**ked, ye might as well go fishing...'.
A young Glasgow lad moved to London and went to Harrods looking for a job.
'Do you have any sales experience?' asked the manager. 'Oh Aye; uv dunna bitta sales stuff back up eh road an'at, ah'eh Barras an'at, know?', nodded the young Weegie.
The manager liked the lad, so he gave him the job. The young Scot's first day was challenging and busy, but he got through it. After the store was locked up, the manager came down to see how he was settling in. 'So, how many sales did you make today?' He smiled at the boy.
The Weegie said: 'Jist the wan'.
The manager was immediately disappointed. 'Wh-a-a-t? Just one? Harrods's sales people average 20 or 30 sales a day! Dear me! Oh well, how much was the sale for, anyway?'
'£101,237.64' said the lad.
The Harrods manager choked. 'Blimey, one hundred and one thousand, two hundred and thirty-seven pounds and sixty four pence! What in hell did you sell him?'
'Well, first ah selt him a wee fish hook, then a medium fish hook, and then ah selt him a new fishing rod. Then ah asked him where he was gawin' fishing, and he said down at the coast, so I telt him he would need a boat. We went down to the boat department and I selt him that twin-engined Power Cat. Then he said he didn't think his wee Honda Civic could pull it, so I took him down to car sales and I selt him a dinky 4x4 Suzuki...'.
The manager was now incredulous. 'Wait a minute; you mean to tell me that a guy came in here to buy a small fish hook but you sold him a boat AND a four-by-four?'
'Naw naw, big man, he came in tae buy a box of tampons furries missus and Ah said.........
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.
.
.
.
.
.
.
'Well pal, seein' as how yer weekend's f**ked, ye might as well go fishing...'.