Our supermarket had a sale on boneless chicken breasts, and a woman I know intended to stock up.
At the store, however, she was disappointed to find only a few skimpy pre-packaged portions of the poultry, so she complained to the butcher.
“Do not worry, lady,” he said, “I will pack some more trays and have them ready for you by the time you finish shopping.”
Several aisles later, my friend heard the voice of the butcher boom over the public-address system:
“Will the lady who wanted bigger breasts please meet me at the back of the store.”
