My friend Frank was at the airport the other day to meet someone he
didn't know who was arriving from overseas. As usual, the plane was late,
so Frank settled down with a newspaper and began to wait.
The he heard this funny sound : shuffle, shuffle, stomp; shuffle,
shuffle, stomp.
Frank looked up from his paper to see this man, bent over from the
two heavy suitcases he was carrying. Every couple of steps - shuffle,
shuffle - the man would drop his bags - stomp - and speak into his watch.
Intrigued, Frank went up to the man and asked him about his watch.
"Oh, this" the other guy replied, "it's a Swiss cellular phone watch.
I got it on my last trip there."
"Really?" Frank was all excited. "I've always wanted something like
that. How much will you take for it?"
"Seven-Fifty. I can always get another one the next time I see my
bank manager."
"Done", Frank said, reaching for his chequebook.
And so Frank bought the strangers Swiss cellular phone watch. But
just as he clipped it on to his wrist and started to walk away, the other
guy stopped him and gestured at the bags :
"Hey! Don't forget the batteries."