There were a Georgian, a Pakistani, an English couple and an Israeli standing in a jewelry shop in Heathrow Airport, terminal 5...
By JEREMY CARDASHThe cow from Lublin
There were a Georgian, a Pakistani, an English couple and an Israeli standing in a jewelry shop in Heathrow Airport, terminal 5. The Israeli was tackling the difficult subject of buying an expensive piece of jewelry for his wife. Conscious of the fact that it had to be the right item, and also realizing that he could not bring it back to the shop, he had already spent 20 minutes in deep consultation with her via his mobile phone while she, decisive in her indecisiveness, was slowly but surely driving him mad. He was full of patience that day, which eventually helped the situation, and after putting his foot down very gently and guiding her in such a subtle way as to make her think it was her great idea, he bought the jewelry. He then told her that he was boarding the plane in five minutes and would speak to her when he landed.
With an hour to go to his flight, he collapsed into a convenient chair located next to the saleswoman and finished the transaction seated.
The Pakistani approached the Israeli. "Don't you know how to treat women?" He asked. "You tell them what to do, none of this 'yes dear, no dear,' bags of patience rubbish - put your foot down hard and say 'this is what I am doing, like or lump it!'"
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