When the manager of a men’s clothing store returned from lunch, he noticed his clerk’s hand was bandaged.
Before he could ask, the clerk beamed.
“Great news, sir! I finally sold that awful suit we’ve had forever.”
“The pink-and-blue, double-breasted disaster?” the manager asked.
“That’s the one!”
“That’s incredible!” the manager said. “I thought we’d never get rid of that monstrosity. But why is your hand bandaged?”
“Oh,” said the clerk, “after I sold him the suit, his seeing-eye dog bit me.”
