A supermarket had a sale on boneless chicken breasts, and a woman I
know intended to stock up. At the store, however, she was
disappointed to find only a few skimpy prepackaged portions of the
poultry, so she complained to the butcher. "don't worry, ya ," he
said. "I'll pack some more trays and have them ready for you by the
time you finish shopping."
Several aisles later, my friend heard the butcher's voice boom over
the public-address system: "Will the lady who wanted bigger breasts
please meet me at the back of the store."