A furniture salesman returns from a trip to Paris where he'd attended an International Furniture Exhibition. At his local, a mate asked him how his trip went.
"Marvelous!" said the salesman. "I thought I was going to have trouble with the lingo - you know how Parisians can be, either unable or unwilling to speak any English - but I got on OK with my schoolboy French."
His mate asked him how was the night life. "Well, the first evening at the hotel looked like it was shaping up to be a lonely one with all the other sales reps around me jabbering away in French, German or Italian and I was sat alone at the bar having a drink when this amazing looking woman came into the bar and sat on a stool next to me and ordered a Pernod. Then she turned to me and said something I couldn't understand and I just shrugged. She waved a cigarette at me and I cottoned-on and gave her a light and we started chatting as best we could - her English was about as good as my French. Anyway, we were getting along like a house on fire and I took the plunge and grabbed a coaster off the bar and drew a bottle of champagne and two glasses. I pushed it across to her and she smiled and nodded so we got stuck in to a bottle of bubbly."
"Wow," said his mate. "Then what?"
"Well, when we finished the bottle, I was getting a bit bold and took another coaster and drew a dinner plate and a knife and fork and showed it to her. She smiled and nodded and off we went to a little place she knew where we had a great meal and more champagne. They even had a little dance floor and a resident band."
"Great!" said his mate. "Then what happened."
"Well, back at our table, she took the menu and borrowed my pen and drew a bed on the back of the card and pushed it across to me, smiling."
"Crikey! said his mate.
"Crikey indeed," said the rep. "How the heck did she know I was a furniture salesman?"
Pete
