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The Toaster Refund
A woman marched up to the service counter, glaring at the clerk. “I want a refund for this toaster,” she said. “It doesn’t work!”
The clerk frowned. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we can’t refund items bought on special.”
Suddenly, the woman threw her arms into the air and began screaming at the top of her lungs:
“PINCH MY NIPPLES! PINCH MY NIPPLES! PINCH MY NIPPLES!”
The clerk, completely bewildered, ran off to fetch the store manager. A small crowd started to gather, murmuring in confusion.
The manager arrived and tried to calm the situation. “Ma’am, what seems to be the problem?”
She explained again about the faulty toaster. The manager sympathized but said,
“I’m sorry, we still can’t give a refund. It was a special offer.”
The woman’s arms shot into the air again, and she screamed even louder:
“PINCH MY NIPPLES! PINCH MY NIPPLES! PINCH MY NIPPLES!”
By now, a sizable crowd had formed. The manager, red-faced and flustered, pleaded, “Ma’am… please, why are you shouting that?”
She leaned in, took a deep breath, and said, “BECAUSE I LIKE TO HAVE MY NIPPLES PINCHED WHEN I’M BEING SCREWED!”
The crowd erupted into laughter and applause. The manager, realizing the wisdom in her approach, quickly handed over the refund—and the woman walked away victorious, toaster in hand.
A woman marched up to the service counter, glaring at the clerk. “I want a refund for this toaster,” she said. “It doesn’t work!”
The clerk frowned. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we can’t refund items bought on special.”
Suddenly, the woman threw her arms into the air and began screaming at the top of her lungs:
“PINCH MY NIPPLES! PINCH MY NIPPLES! PINCH MY NIPPLES!”
The clerk, completely bewildered, ran off to fetch the store manager. A small crowd started to gather, murmuring in confusion.
The manager arrived and tried to calm the situation. “Ma’am, what seems to be the problem?”
She explained again about the faulty toaster. The manager sympathized but said,
“I’m sorry, we still can’t give a refund. It was a special offer.”
The woman’s arms shot into the air again, and she screamed even louder:
“PINCH MY NIPPLES! PINCH MY NIPPLES! PINCH MY NIPPLES!”
By now, a sizable crowd had formed. The manager, red-faced and flustered, pleaded, “Ma’am… please, why are you shouting that?”
She leaned in, took a deep breath, and said, “BECAUSE I LIKE TO HAVE MY NIPPLES PINCHED WHEN I’M BEING SCREWED!”
The crowd erupted into laughter and applause. The manager, realizing the wisdom in her approach, quickly handed over the refund—and the woman walked away victorious, toaster in hand.
