I just ran across this “dumb blond” joke. My wife says I need to stop overanalyzing things, but here’s my take on it. First, the joke;
A blonde went to an electronics store. asked a clerk “How much is that TV?” The clerk replied, “Sorry, we don’t serve blondes”. The blond was insulted, but she liked the TV, so she went home and dyed her hair brown; back to the store. again she asked “how much is that TV?”; again, “Sorry, we don’t serve blondes.” Next, she dyed her hair red. same result. Finally, she carefully dyed her hair black. Back to the electronics store, “How much is that TV?” “Look, we don’t serve blondes. It’s store policy!” Frustrated, she asks “How do you keep on finding out that I’m a blonde?” “Because that’s not a TV; it’s a microwave.”
When I was young, I worked at a Radio Shack. My manager, Pete, was quite the salesman, but had little patience for poor salesmanship. One time I had a customer who was legally blind, but still wanted to buy a TV. The only obstacle was getting it home. As a favor to the customer, I drove him from Bellevue to Seattle and carried the TV up the stairs for him. We had a beer and he told me stories about when he was an electronics technician before the diabetes wrecked his eyesight. I considered him a friend after that, so you can imagine my annoyance when Pete was on the phone for two days bragging about me, “selling a TV to a blind man”.
But I digress. Pete would have had a fit if I did that to the blonde customer. If she wants to watch the microwave instead of a TV, who is this salesman to tell her different? Just shut up and sell her the extended warranty and some special TV popcorn. Heck, we are always watching the microwave at our house, sometimes we put a fork in it and watch “Big Bang Theory”.