A man walked into the produce section of a supermarket in Sydney and asked to buy "half" a head of luttuce. The New Zealand lad working in that department told him that they only sold whole heads of luttuce. The man was insistent that the boy ask his manager about the matter. Walking into the back room, the boy said to his manager, "some arsehole wants to buy a half a head of luttuce." As he finished his sentence, he turned to find the man standing right behind him, so he added, "and this gentleman kindly offered to buy the other half." The manager approved the deal and the man went on his way. Later, the manager sought out the boy and said, "I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of that situation earlier. We like people who think on their feet here. Where are you from, son? "Wellington, New Zealand, sir," the boy replied. "Why did you leave New Zealand?" the manager asked. The boy said, "Sir, because there's nothing over there but whores and rugby players." "Really!" said the manager, brusquely. "My wife is a Kiwi!" The boy replied ... " No shiet??? Who did she play for?"
