Can I have some Irish Sausages, please?" asked the Irishman, walking up to
the counter. The assistant looked at him and asked: "Are you Irish?"
"If I had asked you for Italian sausage, would you ask me if I was
Italian"? Demanded the Irishman indignantly.
"Or, if I asked for German Bratwurst, would you ask me if I was German?"
Then, warming to his theme, he went on: "Or if I asked you for a Kosher hot
dog, would you ask me if I was Jewish? Or, if I asked you for a taco, would
you ask me if I was Mexican? Would Ya? Would Ya?"
The assistant said: "Well no".
Suitably encouraged by the success of his logic, the Irishman steps it up a
gear.
"And if I asked you for frogs legs, would you ask me if I was French? What
about Danish Bacon, would you ask me if I was Danish?"
"Well no, I probably wouldn't," conceded the assistant.
So, now bursting with righteous indignation, the Irishman says, "Well, all
right then, why did you ask me if I'm Irish just because I asked for Irish
sausages?"
The assistant replied: "Because you're in bloody Homebase!"