I met a one-legged woman at a bar and, out of pure curiosity, asked her how she lost it.
“It’s actually because I am a master negotiator,” she smiled, taking a sip of her drink.
Intrigued, I asked her to explain.
“Well, I was on a business trip in Brazil and managed to bargain a private pilot down to a fraction of a commercial ticket,” she began. “Unfortunately, the engine failed, and we crash-landed deep in the Amazon jungle.”
“Ah,” I said. “So you lost your leg in the plane crash?”
“Not at all, we survived without a scratch,” she replied. “But we were immediately captured by a hostile local tribe. They were going to kill us, but using my superior negotiation skills, I convinced them to let us go in exchange for a single bag of potato chips I had in my purse. They even escorted us to the edge of the jungle.”
“Wow! So your leg got infected during the trek out?” I guessed.
“Nope! I had travel antibiotics with me and kept it perfectly stable until I caught a flight back to the States. By the time I landed, I was healthier than ever.”
I frowned, completely bewildered by her story. “Then why on earth is your leg missing?!”
She grinned and whispered, “Well, the hospital bill was going to cost me an arm and a leg… but I managed to negotiate them down to just the leg.”
