Another one of the group was telling us one night about his brother Rupert who was a crackerjack salesman. We have all heard of the salesman was so good he could sell ice to eskimos, but this gent was so good he could sell ice to penguins, fleas to dogs, or sand to Arabs. (at least that was what he boasted)
   Rupert went to a farmhouse where he was sure he could make a sale. The lady that answered the door was old and frail and she gladly invited him inside. She was lonesome and wanted a little company. She was too old to leave the house and only had her hair done and was given a bath once a week when her daughter came to visit. She was also a toothless, tobacco chewing, pipe smoking, beautiful, old lady. She invited Rupert into the living room and once they were seated it took him less than twenty minutes to explain his wares to her and make a sale.

   The old lady slowly lifted herself from the chair and headed toward her bedroom. She said she had a duel purpose for going upstairs. She had her money stored there and she hadn�t yet said her morning prayers so it would take a few minutes.

   Rupert sat there very patiently waiting as the time passed. Finally a hunger rumble hit him in the stomach and he needed something to eat. He saw a plate of nuts on the end table near the sofa, so he helped himself to a handful. Time passed slowly and before he realized it he had emptied the plate. As he chewed up and swallowed the last nut he heard her walking down the hall coming toward the living room. As soon as she appeared he said with a sheepish grin,   �I�m sorry. I ate all your nuts. They tasted so good I just couldn�t resist them.�

   �Please don�t concern yourself about the nuts,� she said and smiled at him again. �I was going to throw them out later today. I can�t eat nuts without my teeth so I just suck off the chocolate and throw the rest away.�