A blonde walks into an appliance store and points to a TV.
“I want to buy that TV,” she says.
The salesman replies, “Sorry, we don’t sell to blondes.”
Confused, she leaves, dyes her hair brown, and comes back.
“I want to buy that TV.”
“Ma’am, we don’t sell to blondes.”
She dyes her hair black. Same answer.
Then red. Same answer.
Finally, frustrated, she asks, “How do you know I’m a blonde?”
The salesman sighs and says, “Because that’s a microwave.”
Carolyn, a rich blonde, buys a new automatic Jaguar XKR Sport.
During the day, it drives perfectly.
At night, it won’t move at all.
After a week, she angrily calls the dealer. A technician checks the car and finds nothing wrong.
He gently asks, “Ma’am, are you sure you’re using the right gears?”
Offended, she snaps, “Of course I am! I use D during the day… and N at night.”
