A Russian woman married a Canadian gentleman and they lived happily ever after in Toronto. However, the poor lady was not very proficient in English, but did manage to
communicate with her husband. The real problem arose whenever she had to shop for
groceries.

 

One day, she went to the butcher and wanted to buy chicken legs. She didn't know how to put forward her request, and in desperation, clucked like a chicken and lifted up her skirt to show her thighs. Her butcher got the message, and gave her the chicken legs.

Next day she needed to get chicken breasts, again she didn't know how to say it, and so she clucked like a chicken and unbuttoned her blouse to show the butcher her breasts! The butcher understood again, and gave her some chicken breasts.

On the 3rd day, the poor lady needed to buy sausages. Unable to find a way to communicate this, she brought her husband to the store... (Please scroll down)

What were you thinking? Hellooooooo, her husband speaks English!
Now get back to your emails. .............

I don't know about you sometimes!

(I went: OOOHHHHH, envisioning a Lorena Bobbitt-type scene, or at least the butcher seeing...)