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Gazdalf
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A young man is walking around a supermarket when he notices that a sweet looking old lady is following him. Eventually he turns around and asks her if he can help her in any way.
“I’m sorry,” the old dear says, “It’s just that you look so much like my late son.”
“That’s alright,” says the young bloke, smiling sympathetically.
“I know it seems silly,” the old lady goes on, “But it would mean so much to me if you could call out ‘Bye, Mum!’ as I leave the shop.”
The bloke agrees, and gives the old woman a cheery goodbye as she walks out the door.
When he gets to the checkout, the assistant tells him his groceries come to £150.
“That’s impossible!” the bloke exclaims, “I’ve only got five items!”
“I know,” says the assistant, “But your mum said you’d be paying for her shopping too.”
“I’m sorry,” the old dear says, “It’s just that you look so much like my late son.”
“That’s alright,” says the young bloke, smiling sympathetically.
“I know it seems silly,” the old lady goes on, “But it would mean so much to me if you could call out ‘Bye, Mum!’ as I leave the shop.”
The bloke agrees, and gives the old woman a cheery goodbye as she walks out the door.
When he gets to the checkout, the assistant tells him his groceries come to £150.
“That’s impossible!” the bloke exclaims, “I’ve only got five items!”
“I know,” says the assistant, “But your mum said you’d be paying for her shopping too.”
