Hreðjatak á kylfingi...

Frændi minn einn góður, Hörður Barðdal, kylfingur með meiru, sendi þennan, sem sýnir okkur og sannar að betra getur verið að lesa smáa letrið, hvað sem við kaupum. Þennan er því miður ekki hægt að þýða!

,,A guy receives an ad in the mail for a golf resort where everything costs

one dollar. He jumps at the offer and heads off for a weekend of fun in

the sun.

He arrives and plays a round of golf. It cost him a buck. When he goes for

dinner that evening, it costs him another buck. His room is only a buck a

day!

The day before he's to check out, he heads out to play a last round and

stops by the pro shop and charges a sleeve of three balls to his room.

When he's checking out next morning, he looks at the bill and sees: Golf:

$1. 00 Dinner: $1.00. Room: $1.00. Sleeve of golf balls: $3,000.00. He

hits the ceiling!

Calling over to the manager, he asks, "What is this all about? Everything

is supposed to cost one dollar, and you charged me three thousand for

three golf balls?"

"I'm sorry, sir," said the manager, "but you didn't read the fine print in

our promotional brochure - that's what our golf balls cost."

"Well," said the man, "If I wanted to spend that kind of money, I could've

gone to that luxury hotel across the street and paid them a thousand

dollars a day for a room. At least I would've known what I was paying

for!"

"That's right, sir, you could have," said the manager. "Over there they

get you by the room. Over here, we get you by the balls."