The little man approached a saleswoman and sputtered:
“Y-you got me into a pickle, you did.”
“I don’t understand,” the girl replied, timidly.
“You remember when I came in here to pick out a silk dress for my wife,
don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And you remember we asked the assistance of the lady who was buying a
kiltie skirt for her little girl?”
“Yes—yes.”
“W-w-well, you got the parcels mixed, that’s what you did, and I took
that little kiltie skirt home to my wife.”
“I’m awfully sorry, sir, but, of course we can put that right.”
“How?”
“I can change the skirt.”
“I know you can, but that isn’t the trouble. My wife opened the parcel
while I was away, thought it was the latest style, and wore the wretched
thing to church on Sunday.”
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