The obviously well trained salesman says to him, “But sir, by just looking at your feet, you should need a size eleven or eleven and a half”.
“Just bring me a size eight!” the man replies.
So, the sales assistant brings the man his shoes, and watches as he stuffs his feet into them and stands up in obvious pain.
The man turns to the salesman and explains, “I’ve lost my house to the IRS, I live with my mother-in-law, my daughter ran off with my best friend, my business has filed Chapter 7, and my son just told me he was gay. The only pleasure I have left is to come home at night and take my shoes off”.
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