A very shy man had the embarrassing task of returning a pair
of underpants to the shop and being served by a pretty
“What’s wrong with them, Sir?” she asked.
“They’re, they’re … er, unsatisfactory,” he said, blushing
“Can you tell me why?”
The man was lost for words but as he was looking wildly
around for inspiration, an idea came to him.
“Do you know the old Grand Hotel on Union Street?”
“And do you know the ballroom underneath?”
“But there is no ballroom underneath.”
“Exactly!” exclaimed the man, “and that’s just what’s wrong
with these underpants.”