An elderly gentleman walked into the prestigious London Bank one day, clutching a bag of money. Determined to speak with the bank’s CEO, he insisted on opening a savings account because, as he put it, “I’ve got a considerable sum here!”
After a bit of back-and-forth, the bank staff eventually led him to the CEO’s office, adhering to the timeless principle that the customer is always right.
Once inside, the bank’s CEO inquired about the amount he wished to deposit. With a mischievous grin, the elderly man declared, “£200,000!” and theatrically spilled the cash onto the CEO’s desk.
Intrigued by the source of such wealth, the CEO couldn’t help but ask, “Sir, carrying such a substantial amount of cash is quite unusual. Where did you come by all this money?”
The old man leaned in and whispered, “I’m a gambling man.”
“Gambling?” the CEO raised an eyebrow, “What sort of bets are we talking about?”
With a sly twinkle in his eye, the elderly gentleman replied, “Well, for instance, I bet you £30,000 that your nose is three inches long.”
The CEO chuckled, “That’s a ludicrous bet! You can’t possibly win such a wager.”
Undeterred, the old man retorted, “Care to take my bet, then?”
