A supermarket had a sale on boneless chicken breasts, and a woman 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 in a rather mean and arrogant manner.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll pack some more trays and have them ready for you by the time you finish shopping.”
Several aisles later, the butcher’s voice came booming over the speaker system, “Will the lady who wanted bigger breasts please meet me at the back of the store.”