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'Why sure,' said the manager, 'we have something that works especially well for that.'
A couple minutes later, the manager walked outside to see how the blonde was doing and he heard another voice. 'No, no! A little to the left,' said the other blonde inside the car.
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"Sorry, we don't sell to blondes," he replied.
She hurried home and dyed her hair, then came back and again told the salesman, "I would like to buy this TV."
"Sorry, we don't sell to blondes," he replied.
"Darn, he recognized me," she thought.
She went for a complete disguise this time; haircut and new color, new outfit, big sunglasses, then waited a few days before she again approached the salesman. "I would like to buy this TV."
"Sorry, we don't sell to blondes," he replied.
Frustrated, she exclaimed, "How do you know I'm a blonde?"
"Because that's a microwave," he replied.
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"Sorry," says the owner. "We don't allow blondes in here." The blonde leaves and dyes her hair brown. The next day, she returns and asks to buy the television.
"Sorry," says the owner. "We don't allow blondes in here."
"Hey," says the blonde, shocked, "how'd you know it was me?"
"You've been trying to buy a microwave."
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