The traveling salesman

A traveling salesman’s car broke down in the middle of nowhere. After hours of walking, he reached a farmhouse and knocked. A grizzled farmer answered, offering a place to stay but joking, “I ain’t got no daughter for you to sleep with, like in them jokes.” The salesman, disappointed, asked, “How far’s the next farmhouse?”

A Coca-Cola salesman returned from Saudi Arabia, unsuccessful. His friend asked why. “I couldn’t speak Arabic, so I used three posters,” he explained. “First: a man exhausted in the desert. Second: him drinking Coca-Cola. Third: him refreshed. I posted them everywhere.” His friend said, “That sounds great!” The salesman groaned, “No one told me they read from right to left.”