>Nelson Mandela is sitting at home watching the telly when he hears a knock
>at the door. When he opens it, he is confronted by a little Chinese man,
>clutching a clipboard and yelling, "You sign! You sign!"
>Behind him is an enormous truck full of car exhausts.
>Nelson is standing there in complete amazement, when the Chinese man starts
>to yell louder. "You sign! You sign!"
>Nelson says to him, "Look, you've obviously got the wrong man. Go away!"
>and shuts the door in his face.
>The next day he hears a knock at the door again. When he opens it, the
>little Chinese man is back with a huge truck of brake pads. He thrusts his
>clipboard under Nelson's nose, yelling, "You sign! You sign!"
>Mandela is getting a bit hacked off by now, so he shoves the little Chinese
>man back, shouting: "Look, go away! You've got the wrong man! I don't want
>them!" Then he slams the door in his face again.
>The following day, Nelson is resting and late in the afternoon he hears a
>knock on the door again. On opening the door, there is the same little
>Chinese man thrusting a clipboard under his nose, shouting "You sign! You
>sign!"
>Behind him are TWO very large trucks full of car parts.
>This time Nelson loses his temper completely, he picks up the little man by
>his shirtfront and yells at him; Look, I don't want these! Do you
>understand? You must have the wrong name! Who do you want to give these
>to?"
>The little Chinese man looks at him very puzzled, consults his clipboard,
>and says:
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>"You not Nissan Maindealer?"
