My mate's son has just been sacked from his job at the greengrocer's.
It seems that he was stacking fruit shelves and this old lady comes up to him to ask where she can find spinach.
"I'm sorry, lady - we've just run out, but there'll be a fresh delivery tomorrow morning".
"Ok thank you" and off she toddles.
Five minutes later there's a tap on his shoulder and it's the same shopper.
"Excuse me young man, but where can I find the spinach?"
Surprised, he answered, slowly with a quizzical look on his face "well, we've just sold out, but there'll be some tomorrow"
You can imagine, when she asked him a third time, that he wondered whether she was winding him up:
"May I now ask you a question?" he enquired.
"Of course", she replied.
"Can you spell cat, as in 'catalyst'?"
"That's c-a-t".
"Ok, and can you spell dog, as in 'dogma'?"
"That's d-o-g".
"Good - now can you spell fuck, as in 'spinach'?"
"But there is no fuck in 'spinach'
"I know - that's what I've been TRYING TO TELL YOU!?!"