A young girl started work in the small English village chemist shop.
She was very shy about having to sell c0ndoms to the public.
The Chemist was going on holiday for a couple of days and asked if she would be willing to run the shop on her own, she had to confide in him her worries about selling c0ndoms.
“Look,” he said.
“My regular customers don’t ask for cond0ms; they either ask for a 310 (small); a 320 (medium); or a 330 (large). The word cond0m is never mentioned”.
The first day was fine, but on the second day, a large guy came into the shop, put out his hand and said “350” please.
The girl is panicked.
She phoned the Chemist on his mobile and told him of her predicament.
“Go back in and check if he has a bucket hanging between his legs,” her boss told her.
She peeped through the door and saw the bucket hanging between the guy’s legs.
“Yes!” she shouted down the phone.
“He’s got one hanging there!”
The boss replied,
“Well, go back in there and give him £3.50 out of the till …he’s the window cleaner!”
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