A blonde went to the city whitegoods sale and found an absolute bargain.
She was extatic. Just what she needed in her flat. "I would like to buy this TV," she told the salesman.
"Sorry, we don't sell to blondes," he replied.
She was not able to change his mind. No pleading, cajoling, begging worked.
He stood firm. Not to blondes. Not to be outdone, she hurried home and dyed her hair, then came back and again told the salesman, "I would like to buy this TV."
"Sorry, we don't sell to blondes," he replied.
"Darn, he recognized me," she thought.
She really wanted this TV, so went for a complete makeover this time; new hair style, new outfit, big sunglasses, even waited a few days before she again approached the salesman. "I would like to buy this TV."
"Sorry, we don't sell to blondes," he again replied.
Frustrated, she exclaimed, "How do you know I'm a blonde?"
"Because that's a microwave," he replied.
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