Finally a store clerk approached. "Sir, the Crisco is in aisle five."
"Oh," replied the old gentleman, "I'm not looking for cooking Crisco, I am calling my wife."
"Your wife is named "Crisco?"
"Nah," he answered, "I only call her that when we're out in public."
"Oh? What do you call her when you are at home?"
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