Driving a tank in a European village, my friend hit a patch of ice. The tank slid along the streets, stopping only after it smashed through the display of a sweetshop. No one was hurt, but the shop owner fumed, especially after my friend joked, "One kilo of chocolate, please."
"For one kilo," snapped the owner, "you could've used the front door."
--David Bass
Provided Courtesy of Reader's Digest.