A Pertinent Question.

The man sidled up to the enquiries desk as if bearing a burden of some importance. Catching the clerk’s eye, he relieved himself.
“Do you sell fridges?” he asked, shortly.
The clerk wilted a little under the attention.
“Uh, no sir, I don’t think we do.”
“Says on the door you do,” the man sniffed.
“Um – does it?”
“Yeah, above the door. And co’s too, but I don’t want none of them.”
The clerk tried to think. Then it came. “That’s the shop’s name sir. Selfridges.”
“Oh,” said the man, then “I was gunna say, you spelled it wrong.”