Mr. Nitty was a grumpy old greengrocer. He loathed his customers, especially the womenfolk. Tit terror, he used to call it. One day he was about to close his shop, when seven Women stormed in. They all wore face-masks, like 18th century robbers. They jelled and screamed and ordered him to kneel down. The sound of their voices was deafening and their face masks scared the bejesus out of him. One of them grabbed an onion and stuffed it in his mouth. “There are a lot of complaints about you, Mister Nitty-Witty, and that has to stop. This is just a warning, next time we’ll shove a cucumber up your ass.” His eyes nearly popped out of his head. God, not my cucumbers, he thought, they are of excellent quality! They slapped him several times and one of them kicked him in the groin. But he got the message alright and he became a very humble and polite man. And so you see; there’s a servant in all of us, all it takes is a bit of encouragement.