A hugeénorme, muscular bloketype (familier) with a terrible stutterbégaiement walks up to a counter in a department store and asks, "W-w-w-where's the m-m-m-men's dep-p-p-partment?"
The assistant behind the counter simply looks at him, points in a general direction, and stays completely silent. The man, a bit frustrated, tries again: "Ju-ju-just te-tell me, w-w-w-where's the m-m-m-men's dep-p-p-partment?"
Again, the assistant offers no replyréponse. The bloke asks several more times, growing increasingly agitated with each ignored attempttentative: "W-w-w-where's the m-m-m-men's dep-p-p-partment?" The clerkemployé continues to act as if he hasn't heard him.
Finally, after being completely blankedignoré, the man storms offpart en trombe in a rage. Another customerclient who had been waiting in the queuedans la file steps up to the counter and says, "Blimeyzut alors, he's absolutely furious. Why on earthmais pourquoi donc wouldn't you answer him?"
The clerk finally speaks, replying, "D-d-d-do you th-th-th-think I w-w-w-want to get a b-b-b-bashingune r-r-r-raclée?!!"
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