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From Laughter, the Best Medicine

The departement-store customer asked a salesperson where the flash-light batteries were.
"I'll see," the employee replied, and he slipped around a corner.
After 15 minutes of waiting, the shopper found another salesperson and asked her where he could get the batteries.
"I'll see," the secound employee said, then disappeared.
Unable to get any assistance, the frustrated shopper went to the manager's office.
"Everybody here gives me the run around," he exclaimed. "All i want to know is where i can find the flashlifht batteries."
The customer stormed out in a rage at the manager's reply: "Aisle C"

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