A driver pulled up beside a rundown farmhouse.
He got out and knocked at the door. A very old woman answered the door, and he asked her for directions.
“Don’t know how to get there,” the woman said. He got back in his car and pulled away.
Then he heard voices. He looked in his rearview mirror and saw the woman and an equally old man waving for him to come back. So he made a U-turn and drove up to them.
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“This is my husband,” the old woman said. “He doesn’t know how to get there either.”
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I’m sure you’ve all heard about the traveling salesman whose car became disabled in the middle of nowhere.
It took him several hours to make it to the nearest farm house, he finally reached their front door and knocked on it.
A grizzled old farmer answered, and the salesman pleaded for a place to spend the night.
“Why sure young fella, I can give you a place to bunk.” said the hospitable old man. “But I ain’t got no daughter for you to sleep with, like you always hear about them in jokes.”
“Oh !” said the salesman. Then thinking a moment or two he asked, “How far is it to the next farmhouse?”
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A disappointed salesman of Coca-Cola returned from his assignment to Saudi Arabia.
A friend asked, “Why weren’t you successful with the Saudis?”
The salesman explained, “When I got posted, I was very confident that I would make a good sales pitch. But I had a problem. I didn’t know how to speak Arabic. So I planned to convey the message through three posters. First poster: A man lying in the hot desert sand totally exhausted and fainting.
Second poster: The man is drinking Coca-Cola.
Third poster: Our man is now totally refreshed. And then these posters were posted all over the place.
“Terrific! That should have worked” said the friend.
“The hell it should have!” said the salesman. “No one told me they read from right to left.”