>Nelson Mandela is sitting at home watching TV and drinking a beer when
>he hears a knock at the door. When he opens it, he is confronted by a
>little Japanese man, clutching a clip board and yelling, "You Sign!You
>sign!"
>Behind him is an enormous truck full of car exhausts.
>Nelson is standing there in complete amazement, when the Japanese man
>starts
>to yell louder, "You Sign! You sign!" Nelson says to him, "Look, you've
>obviously got the wrong man", and shuts the door in his face.
>The next day he hears a knock at the door again. When he opens it,the
>little Japanese man is back with a huge truck of brake pads. He thrusts
>his clipboard under Nelson's nose, yelling, "You sign! You sign!"
>Mr Mandela is getting a bit hacked off by now, so he pushes the little
>Japanese man back, shouting:
"Look, go away! You've got the wrong man.
>I don't want them!" Then he slams the door in his face Again, the
>following day, Nelson is resting, and late in the afternoon, he hears a
>knock on the door again. On opening the door,there is the same little
>Japanese man thrusting a clipboard under his nose, shouting, You sign!
>You sign!"
>Behind him are TWO very large trucks full of car parts.
>This time Nelson loses his temper completely, he picks up the little
>man by his shirt front and yells at him: "Look, I don't want these! Do
>you understand? You must have the wrong name! Who do you want to give
>these to?"
>The little Japanese man looks very puzzled, consults his clipboard, and
>says:
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>"You not Nissan Main Deala?"