This is my rendition of the joke; so, it's slightly differed:
A Blonde is walking by a shop one day, when she happens to see an item she likes. She walks inside, picks the item, walks to the register, and tells the clerk that she would like to purchase it (the item).
"How much for this TV?" She asks.
"I don't sell to Blondes." The clerk responds.
Disappointed, the Blonde exits the shop, but with a new plan; she decides to dye her hair brunette and try again.
The next day;
"How much for this TV?" The "brunette" Blonde asks.
"I don't sell to Blondes." The clerk states.
Befuddled, she leaves again, this time with an even better plan - she'll dye her hair black, as women with black hair never have trouble.
The day after;
"How much for this TV, sir?" The supposed "black-haired" Blonde asks, in her most genuine voice.
"I don't sell to Blondes." The clerks says defiantly.
The Blonde, now angered, says,
"How do you know I'm a Blonde?!"
The clerks response;
"Because what you got there is a microwave."
Yeah... laugh it up kiddies.
A Blonde is walking by a shop one day, when she happens to see an item she likes. She walks inside, picks the item, walks to the register, and tells the clerk that she would like to purchase it (the item).
"How much for this TV?" She asks.
"I don't sell to Blondes." The clerk responds.
Disappointed, the Blonde exits the shop, but with a new plan; she decides to dye her hair brunette and try again.
The next day;
"How much for this TV?" The "brunette" Blonde asks.
"I don't sell to Blondes." The clerk states.
Befuddled, she leaves again, this time with an even better plan - she'll dye her hair black, as women with black hair never have trouble.
The day after;
"How much for this TV, sir?" The supposed "black-haired" Blonde asks, in her most genuine voice.
"I don't sell to Blondes." The clerks says defiantly.
The Blonde, now angered, says,
"How do you know I'm a Blonde?!"
The clerks response;
"Because what you got there is a microwave."
Yeah... laugh it up kiddies.
