Harvey receives a promotional leaflet in the mail for a golf resort where everything is advertised to cost one dollar.
He jumps at the offer and heads off for a weekend of fun in the sun.
He arrives and plays a round of golf. It cost him a buck. When he goes for dinner that evening, it costs him another buck. His room is only a buck a day!
In the afternoon of the second day, he heads out to play another round, stops by the pro shop and charges a sleeve of three balls to his room.
When he’s checking out the next morning, he looks at the bill and sees:
Sleeve of golf balls: $3,000
Shocked, Harvey asks the Manager, “What is this all about? Everything is supposed to cost one dollar, and you charged me three thousand for three golf balls?”
“I’m sorry, sir,” said the manager, “but you didn’t read the fine print in our promotional brochure. That’s what our golf balls cost.”
“Well,” says Harvey, “if I wanted to spend that kind of money, I could’ve gone to that luxury hotel across the street and paid them a thousand dollars a day for a room. At least I would’ve known what I was paying for!”
“That’s right, sir, you could have,” answered the manager. “Over there they get you by the room; over here we get you by the balls!”