Once a man came across a hawker selling razors in the market.

"How much are they?" he asked the hawker.

"Three a shilling." replied the hawker.

Thinking that he had found a real bargain, the man bought not just three, but six razors.

But when he went home and tried to shave, he found that the razors were no good. Instead of shaving off his beard, they nearly took his skin off.

Off the stormed to the market, his face a mass of cuts. Finding the hawker still there, he caught him and asked, "You scoundrel! These razors are no good. They can't be used for a shave - all they do is cut your face."

To this the hawker replied, "I never said they could be used to shave with."

"Then what were they made for, if not to shave?" asked the man.

"They sir," replied the hawker with a straight face, "were made to sell."