Mrs. O'Leary was furious when she walked into Tyler's Toy Store. She demanded to speak with the manager at once. Mr. Edwards, the store manager, approached Mrs. O'Leary immediately. He was a tall, lanky man with a friendly disposition who believed in treating all his customers with the utmost respect. Mrs. O'Leary, her eyes red with anger, confronted Mr. Edwards and complained, "How can you sell such filth in this store! I was going to give this Super Rocket Blaster water gun to my son Jerry for a gift, when I discovered that it was a dirty toy."
Mr. Edwards scratched his head and calmly replied, "I don't understand what you mean. We sell a lot of these water guns, and we haven't received a complaint yet." Mrs. O'Leary frantically waved the box in front of Mr. Edwards with her chubby fingers. "It's filth! I won't have it in my house. You contact the manufacturer immediately and demand a recall."
Mr. Edwards gave a cursory inspection and just shook his head. "I still don't see what's wrong with this toy."
Lifting the box in the air, Mrs. O'Leary exclaimed, "It isn't the toy. It's the box! They have a terrible misprint on the box. Look more closely and you will see."
Mr. Edwards put on his reading glasses and scrutinized the box more closely. There was a warning sticker on the box. After reading the sticker, Mr. Edward's face turned a bright red. "You're right. This is filth. I will contact the manufacturer at once. Of course, you will be given a complete refund."
"I'm sorry to have gotten angry with you," said Mrs. O'Leary. "Thanks for all of your help." Mrs. O'Leary walked out the door and felt much better. She planned to go shopping at Tyler's Toy Store again. Meanwhile, Mr. Edwards reached for his phone and spoke to the head of the company that manufactured the Super Rocket Blaster. "This toy must be recalled immediately," asserted Mr. Edwards.
"What seems to be the problem?" inquired Mr. Johnson, the President of Super Rocket Guns, Inc. "We're selling millions of these water guns without a single complaint."
Mr. Edwards responded, "Your warning label is the problem. You have a misprint. On the label it says, FORE PLAY ONLY! We aren't in the business of selling sex pistols!"
A flabbergasted Mr. Johnson agreed to look into the matter and see if this was a fluke misprint or not. "We don't want our children to get the wrong idea about how to use this water gun. After all, the only thing that we want blasting out of this gun is water!"
