A young girl starts work in a small English village chemist shop. As part of her job she found it very embarrassing when having to sell condoms to the public, especially the men.
The Chemist was going away for a couple of days and asked if she would be ok to run the shop whilst he was away.
She confided in him her worries about selling condoms to the public.
"Look" the chemist said. "My regular customers don't ask for condoms; they either ask for a 310 (small); a 320 (medium); or a 330 (large).
The word condom is never mentioned".
Feeling happy with this the young girl agrees to look after the shop, in fact she looks forward to it.
The first day was fine, but on the second day a large guy came into the shop, put out his hand and said, "350" please.
The girl panics thinking the chemist never mentioned a 350. She phones the Chemist on his mobile in absolute distress and tells him of her predicament.
"Go back to the counter and check if he has a bucket hanging between his legs," the chemist tells her.
She peeps through the door, and sees a bucket hanging between the guy's legs.
"Yes!" she shouts down the phone. "He's got a bucket hanging between his legs...!!"
The chemist says, "Well, go to the till and give him ÂŁ3.50 out of it...
He's the window cleaner...!!"