A guy goes into one of these emporium type of shops situated at the corner of a street of terraced houses.
He sees a display of remote controls.
“How much for one of those?” he asks the guy behind the counter.
“Fifty pence.” the guys says.
“Fifty pence? I take it they are not very good!” the man laughs
“Not at all. The best you can get – will control any TV you want.” the man says perfectly seriously.
The guy buys one and then sees a DVD player and asks how much that is.
“A pound.” the guys says without so much as a flicker of emotion.
“A pound?!” the customer says, “It must be junk.”
“Nope.” says the guy with grim seriousness, “The very best, will read any disc you put in, it also doubles up as a karaoke machine.”
“I'll take the lot!” the guy says thinking to test him out.
“Sure, got your car with you? Here, take my mobile and phone all your friends and tell them about this sale – must end today.” He holds out the mobile, his face straight as a die.
“I certainly will thanks, but look, I don't understand what's going on here.” the man says as he starts dialing the first of his mates.
“Well,” says the poker faced guy, leaning across the counter. He jerks his thumb upwards “My boss is upstairs with my wife. And what he's doing to her, I'm doing to his business.”
Jim