A man walked into the service dept of his local renault dealer and asked
to buy one brake pad only. The boy working there told him
that they only sold PAIRS of brake pads. The man was insistent that
the boy ask his manager about the matter.
Walking into the back room, the boy said to his manager, "Some freekin asshole
wants to buy a half a set of brake pads !." As he finished his sentence, he
turned to find the man standing right behind him, so, he added quickly, "and this
gentleman kindly offered to buy the other half." The manager approved the
deal and the man went on his way.
Later the manager found the boy and said "I was impressed with the way you
got yourself out of that situation earlier. We like people who think on
their feet here. Where are you from, son? "Stockport, sir," the boy
replied. "Well, why did you leave Stockport ?," the manager asked. The boy
said, "Sir, theres nothing but whores and football players up there."
"Really!" said the manager. "My wife is from Stockport!" The boy replied,
"No sh*t??? Who did she play for?"
Diplomacy... dont ya love it