A traveling salesman’s car broke down in the middle of nowhere, and after hours of walking he finally reached a farmhouse.
He knocked, and an old, weathered farmer came to the door.
The salesman begged for a place to stay the night.
The farmer nodded and said, “Sure thing, son. I can give you a bed. But I ain’t got no daughter for you to sleep with, like in those stories you hear.”
The salesman blinked, paused, and then asked, “So… how far is it to the next farmhouse?”
A disappointed salesman of Coca-Cola returned from his assignment to Saudi Arabia.
Another tale goes: A Coca-Cola salesman returned from Saudi Arabia completely dejected.
A friend asked, “Why didn’t it work out over there?”
The salesman explained, “I couldn’t speak Arabic, so I thought I’d get creative with pictures. I designed three posters: The first showed a man collapsed in the desert, exhausted. The second showed him drinking Coca-Cola. The third showed him refreshed and happy. I put them everywhere.”
“That sounds perfect!” the friend said.
“Perfect? Not at all,” replied the salesman. “Nobody mentioned they read from right to left!”
