The bet.
An elderly lady entered the Bank of England one morning carrying a shopping bag, and asked to see the manager. "There's �25000 in this bag. I'd like to open an account." "Goodness" said the manager, "that's a lot of money for an elderly lady to be carrying around. Where did you get it?" "I make bets" she said. "Make bets? What on?" "Anything at all" she said. "Dogs, horses - anything. For instance, I'll bet you �5000 that you have square balls". The manager laughed. "That would be a silly bet. No one has square balls." "Take the bet then" she said. The manager asked if she were serious. "Of course I am" she said. "I'll come back here tomorrow at 10 o'clock with my lawyer and the money. You have your money ready, and you can have your lawyer here too if you want." "Right" said the manager, "you're on. �5000 it is." The lady arrived at the bank a little before ten the following morning, together with a well-dressed and elegant-looking man whom she introduced as her lawyer. The manager, too, had his lawyer present. "Now then" said the lady, "let's see. Drop your trousers and pants". The manager did so. The old lady got down on her knees before him and lifted up his shirt front. She peered closely at his balls. "Well" she said, "they don't look square. May I touch?" "Of course" said the manager, smiling. The lady touched and fondled, and then got to her feet. "No doubt about it" she said, "your balls are definitely not square. You've won your bet". She turned to her lawyer. "Give him the �5000". He was standing in a corner, quietly banging his head against the wall. "What's the matter with him?" asked the manager. "Well" she said, "yesterday I bet him �10000 that at ten o'clock this morning I would have the Bank of England's manager's balls in my hand. And he took the bet".