A lady walked into a Harley Davidson dealership just to browse.
Almost immediately, she spotted the most beautiful new Fat Boy that she had ever seen, and walked over to inspect it. As she bent forward to feel the fine leather seat, an unexpected little fart escaped her. Embarrassed, she anxiously looked around to see if anyone had noticed, and hoped a sales person didn't pop up right then. But, as she turned back, there, standing next to her, was a salesman.
With a pleasant smile he greeted her, "Good day, Madame. How may we help you today?"
Trying to maintain an air of sophistication and acting as though nothing had happened, she smiled back and asked, "Sir, what is the price of this ride?"
Still smiling pleasantly, he replied, "Madame, I'm very sorry to say that if you farted just by touching it, you're going to sh*t when you hear the price!"
Almost immediately, she spotted the most beautiful new Fat Boy that she had ever seen, and walked over to inspect it. As she bent forward to feel the fine leather seat, an unexpected little fart escaped her. Embarrassed, she anxiously looked around to see if anyone had noticed, and hoped a sales person didn't pop up right then. But, as she turned back, there, standing next to her, was a salesman.
With a pleasant smile he greeted her, "Good day, Madame. How may we help you today?"
Trying to maintain an air of sophistication and acting as though nothing had happened, she smiled back and asked, "Sir, what is the price of this ride?"
Still smiling pleasantly, he replied, "Madame, I'm very sorry to say that if you farted just by touching it, you're going to sh*t when you hear the price!"