One day, an elderly woman was walking along the =
street, coming home from the supermarket. Her bag of groceries was =
especially heavy that day, and as she passed Nathan Hale’s Used Cars, =
she got an idea that she could drive herself to the store and save a lot =
of shoe leather, time and aching muscles. She walked into the car =
dealership and, as it just so happened, gets the owner himself. Nathan =
asked her what kind of car she wanted.
"Well, sonny, I had a =
sporty car 25 years ago, but I can’t remember the name exactly. Think it =
was like ‘hate’ or ‘anger’."
owner replied, "Well, let me think. Oh yes, you’re =
talking about an old Plymouth Fury! We have a couple on the lot. What =
color do you prefer?"
“Yellow”. But the =
lady has some trouble explaining the exact shade of yellow she wanted, =
so she reached into her shopping bag, took out an ear of corn, stripped =
down the shucks and said, "I want this color, =
To which Nathan replied, "Ma’am I’m sorry, but =
we don’t have any in this color. Could I show you a nice blue =
"No son, I want this =
"But ma’am, they didn’t make that color! Maybe =
a cherry red one would suit you?" said the owner, not wanting to =
lose a sale.
By this time, the old lady was getting mad, and =
started throwing things at the owner. She chased him out of the office =
and into the lot. One of the salesmen, coming into the office from the =
back door, noticed the disruption and asked the secretary what the old =
woman was so upset about.
The secretary replied, =
"Apparently, Hale hath no Fury like a woman’s =
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