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"Well okay," says the accountant from Cleveland. "I could use some fine leather jackets. What sizes do you have?"

  He’s calling your bluff!  You’d better think of something fast!  "Uh, HAIR!" you shout into the receiver.  In retrospect, you realize that you might have thought too fast.

  "I quite agree" says the feared accountant. "Anyway, I’d like to order 3 jackets in size 7.  Do you take money orders?"

  "Run away!" you scream.  With that, you slam the phone down on its receiver and sprint out of the phone booth.  That was close!

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