A girl saunters into the glitzy Tiffany & Co, her eyes immediately captivated by a dazzlingly opulent diamond necklace.
As she scurries over to get a greater look, she uncomfortably breaks wind.
Mortified, she scans the world, praying that no fashionable salesperson was within the shut neighborhood to listen to her surprising symphony.
To her horror, a salesman, as placing as he’s slick, was certainly proper behind her.
Unfazed, he wears an air of poise solely becoming for the lavishly posh home of Tiffany’s.
He greets the woman with refined grace, “Good day, Madam. How might I help you in our grand universe of glitterati in the present day?”
Nonetheless blushing, hoping her dreadful toot was solely heard by herself, she musters up the braveness to ask, “This magnificent necklace, type
Sir, how a lot is it priced at?”
He smirks and retorts, “Properly, Madam, if a mere glimpse of it has you ‘windy,’…
“Brace your self for a ‘hurricane’ after I reveal the worth!”
