An American from Texas is visiting the UK, and while in London he realises that he has forgotten to pack and razor blades in his luggage.
He finds a branch of Boots on the High Street, locates the aisle with the men’s shaving items, but he is unable to find what he wants.
“Y’all got any American razor blades in here ?” the Texan asked the pharmacist. “All I see are these damn Wilkinsons.”
“Sir,” the Englishman patiently replied, “Wilkinson has been producing the finest surgical instruments, weapons and razors since before the Battle of Waterloo.”
“I don’t give a damn if they passed them out on Noah’s Ark, they ain’t any good.” the Texan retorted.
“I can assure you they are very good sir.” the peeved pharmacist said. “Why just last year, my wife swallowed one. It gave her a tonsillectomy, an appendectomy, a hysterectomy, circumcised the
gardener, emasculated a neighbour, cut two of a delivery boy’s fingers off at the knuckle — and I still got 10 shaves out of it!”
