When Rupert was shown in to see his customer, Mr Jones was staring out the window disconsolately.
“What seems to be the trouble?”
“I promised my wife a Pomeranian and the cheapest one I can get is $200. It’s too much.”
“You’re right. I can sell you one for $125.”
“Great! When can you deliver it?”
“I’ll let you know.”
Once outside he rushed to a public telephone and rang his sales manager.
“Listen. I’ve just sold old Jonesy a Pomeranian for $125. What the hell is a Pomeranian?”
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