Two Manchester businessmen in the Arndale Centre were sitting down for a break in their, soon-to-be, new store. As yet, the store wasn't ready with only a few shelves set up. One said to the other, 'I bet any minute now some thick bastard is going to walk by, put his face to the window and ask what we're selling.' No sooner were the words out of his mouth when, sure enough, a curious Liverpuddlian walked to the window, had a peek, and in a broad Scouse accent Asked 'Wot you're selling here?’ One of the men replied sarcastically, 'We're selling arse-holes.' Without skipping a beat, the Scouser said, 'You are doing very well ... Only two left."
