A man walked into a Wal-Mart and the greeter said, “Automotive, aisle 15.”
Surprised, the man asked how he knew he was there for oil.
“That’s my job,” the greeter replied.
Another man entered and heard, “Sporting goods, aisle 28.”
“How did you know I needed fishing gear?”
“That’s my job.”
Then a woman walked in and the greeter said, “Tampons, aisle 5.”
She replied, “No, I need hemorrhoid medicine.”
“Darn,” the greeter said. “Missed it by an inch.”
On a flight, a man waited endlessly for the men’s restroom. A flight attendant allowed him to use the women’s restroom but warned him not to touch the buttons. Inside, curiosity won. One button sprayed water, another blew warm air, and a third released powder. Delighted, he pressed the final button labeled “A.T.R.” He woke up in a hospital. A doctor explained he had pressed the “Automatic Tampon Remover.”
Later, two boys—one nine, one four—went to a grocery store. The older boy brought tampons to the register. When the cashier asked who they were for, he replied, “My little brother.”
Confused, the cashier asked why.
The boy shrugged and said, “The commercials say you can swim and ride a bike with them—and he can’t do either.”