Broccoli

A woman walks into a grocery store. She goes up to the man who is in charge of stocking the vegetables for the day, and asks him where the broccoli is. "I'm sorry ma'am," he clearly states, "but, we're out of broccoli. We'll have more tomorrow." Befuddled, the woman leaves the produce area only to return a mere 5 minutes later. "Excuse me sir," She calmly says, "where is the broccoli?" The man, now a bit confused, looks at her and says, "I'm sorry ma'am. We are out of broccoli, we'll have more tomorrow." She leaves, seemingly frustrated, only to return a third time only 10 minutes later. (I know, how much produce is this guy stocking, right?) So she says to the man, "Sir! Where is the broccoli?!" He stares blankly at her, and says, "ma'am, do me a favor. Spell.... Cat, like in... Catastrophe." Now she is confused, but she spells out the three letters, "C - A - T". "Great!" he says, "Now spell... Dog... like in... Dogmatic." "D - O - G" she says, squinting her eyes as she ponders this mans stupidity. "Fantastic, now spell... Fuck... like in... Broccoli." The woman looks at him with raised eyebrows and says, "There is no fuck in broccoli." "That's what I'm trying to tell you lady!"

Edit: Man to Ma'am