"Sorry, ve don't sell TV's to Swedes" Ole said.
Sven was flabbergasted but refused to give up so easily. He bought himself a very expensive disguise complete with the outfit, the hairstyle and even learned a new accent. He came back to the furniture shop.
"Hey, man, be cool. I really dig that TV there. How much you want for it, cat?" Sven asked.
Ole didn't pause in his response. "Sorry, ve don't sell TV's to Swedes!"
Sven was flabbergasted and more determined than ever. He went to a neighboring city and bought another disguise and learned another new accent. He came back to the furniture shop. "Howdy, partner, I'd sure like to purr-chess that TV yonder, wa-ja say?" Sven asked.
Ole again immediately responded, "Sorry, ve don't sell TV's to Swedes!"
Sven stepped back, ripped off his mask, and demanded, "Hey, how in de vurld did you know I'm a Swede?"
"Vell, first of all, yong man, dat ees a micro vave offen."