A young lady started work in the village chemist shop.
She was very shy about having to sell/handle condoms to the public...
The owner was going away on holidays for a couple of days and asked if she would be willing to run the Chemist shop on her own.
She felt compelled to confide in him her worries about selling condoms.
"Look" he said. "My regular customers don't come in and ask for condoms, they'll ask for a 310 <small> a 320 <medium> or a 330 <large>
The word condom won't even be used.
The first day was fine, but on the second day a tall black guy came into the shop, put out his hand and said "350 please."
The young lady panicked, thinking how large was a 350?
She discreetly phoned the owner on his mobile and told him of her predicament.
"go back in and check if he has a yellow bucket hanging between his legs" her boss told her.
She peeped discreetly through the door and saw the yellow bucket hanging between his legs.
"Yes!" she said, "OMG, He's got one hanging there!"
Her boss said "Go back in and give him $3.50, he's our window cleaner!"......
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