A blonde walked into Best Buy, eyeing what she thought was a sleek new TV in the corner. She asked a clerk if she could buy it, but he shook his head. “I don’t serve blondes,” he said.
Determined, she went home, dyed her hair black, and returned the next day. The same thing happened—another clerk refused to help her.
Frustrated, she changed her hair to red and tried one last time. But the response was the same.
“How do you even know I’m a blonde?” she demanded.
The clerk sighed. “Because that’s not a TV. It’s a microwave.”
