Business stories

Posted by Claudia Moser on 3:01 PM in , , ,
Story 1 - Debt

One man goes to a hotel and goes to the reception.
'I would like a room for one night!'
'Gladly sir, but I need a 100 Euro deposit!' said the receptionist
'Here you are!'

The receptionist got the 100 Euro and went to the restaurant manager and said:
'I had 100 Euro debt in your books, here is the money!'

The manager took the money ans went to the butcher and said:
'I had 100 Euro debt in your books, here is the money!'

The butcher gladly went to the receptionist and said:
'I had 100 Euro debt in your books, here is the money!'

Two minutes later the tourist came along and said:
'I changed my mind, I need my deposit back!' and he got his money.

Conclusion: money was exchanged and no debts were registered!

Story 2 - Morale

A butcher, who had had a particularly good day, proudly flipped his last chicken on a scale and weighed it. "That will be £6.35," he told the customer.

"That's a good price, but it really is a little too small," said the woman. "Don't you have anything larger?"

Hesitating, but thinking fast, the clerk returned the chicken to the refrigerator, paused a moment, then took it out again.

"This one," he said faintly, " will be £6.65."

The woman paused for a moment, then made her decision...

"I know what," she said, "I'll take both of them!"

Story 3 - Risk

A blind man had been waiting a while at a busy road for someone to offer to guide him across, when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Excuse me," said the tapper, "I'm blind - would you mind guiding me across the road?"

The first blind man took the arm of the second blind man, and they both crossed the road.

Apparently this is a true story. The first blind man was the jazz pianist George Shearing. He is quoted (in Bartlett's Anecdotes) as saying after the event, "What could I do? I took him across and it was the biggest thrill of my life."



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