John was a clerk in a small drugstore, but he was not
much of a salesman. He could never find the item the
customer wanted. Bob, the owner, had had about enough
and warned John that the next sale he missed would be
his last. Just then a man came in coughing. He asks John
for their best cough syrup. Try as he might John could
not find the cough syrup. Remembering his boss' warning
he sold the man a box of Ex-Lax and told him to take it
all at once. The customer did as John said and then walked
outside and leaned against a lamppost. Bob had seen the
whole thing and came over to ask John what had transpired.
"He wanted something for his cough, but I couldn't find
the dang cough syrup. So, I substituted Ex-Lax and told
him to take it all at once," John explained. "Ex-Lax?
That won't cure a cough!" Bob shouted angrily.
"Sure it will!" John said, pointing at the man leaning on
the lamppost. "Just look at him. He's afraid to cough."
much of a salesman. He could never find the item the
customer wanted. Bob, the owner, had had about enough
and warned John that the next sale he missed would be
his last. Just then a man came in coughing. He asks John
for their best cough syrup. Try as he might John could
not find the cough syrup. Remembering his boss' warning
he sold the man a box of Ex-Lax and told him to take it
all at once. The customer did as John said and then walked
outside and leaned against a lamppost. Bob had seen the
whole thing and came over to ask John what had transpired.
"He wanted something for his cough, but I couldn't find
the dang cough syrup. So, I substituted Ex-Lax and told
him to take it all at once," John explained. "Ex-Lax?
That won't cure a cough!" Bob shouted angrily.
"Sure it will!" John said, pointing at the man leaning on
the lamppost. "Just look at him. He's afraid to cough."
