Chemist Shop

A young woman started work in the small English Village chemist shop.<>

She was very shy about having to sell condoms 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 condoms.<>

“Look” he said. “My regular customers don’t ask for condoms;<>

they either ask for a 310 (small); a 320 (medium); or a 330 (large).<>

The word condom is never mentioned”.<>

The first day was fine, but on the second day a large black guy came into<>

the shop, put out his hand and said “350” please.<>

The girl 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 …<>

He’s the window cleaner<>

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