A crusty old man walks into a real estate office and says to a young sales rep, “I want to sell my house you son of a b…..” A little astonished the agent replies, “I beg your pardon sir, I must have misunderstood you. What did you say?”
“Listen up, damn it. I said I want to sell my bloody house!” “I’m very sorry sir, but we don’t tolerate that kind of language in this office”, he says, calling the manager over.
The agency manager comes out: “What seems to be the problem here?” “There’s no damn problem,” the man says, “I want to sell my bloody riverfront mansion.” “I see,” says the manager, “and is this young bastard giving you a hard time?!”