Boss: (Shouting) Little Johnny, come to my office immediately.Little Johnny:
Yes, sir! Boss: Little Johnny, I noticed you arguing with the customer who just left.
I’ve told you before that the customer is always right.
Do you understand? Little Johnny: Yes, sir! The customer is always right. Boss:
So, what were you arguing about with that customer? Little Johnny:
He said my boss is stupid and an idiot, sir! Boss: That foolish man.
What did you say to him? Little Johnny: I told him he’s right.
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