A guy with a severe stutter applied for a job selling Bibles. 
 The interviewer believed he'd never make it as a salesman, and was
 about to tell the guy to look elsewhere for work. 
 
 The stutterer begged for the job, "P-p-p-p-p-le-ease g-gg-g-ive
 m-m-m-mee a ch-ch-cha-a-ance. I-i-ic-c-can d-d-d-o i-i-tt."
 
 "Well," the manager said, "OK," he'd give him a few Bibles and the
 rest of the day to see if he could sell one or two. By lunchtime,
 the stutterer was back, having sold all the Bibles. The manager
 was impressed and asked if he could accompany the stutterer after
 lunch.  
 
 "S-s-sure," said the guy, and later they went out to the streets.
 They approached a house, and the stutterer went up and knocked on
 the door. When the homeowner answered, he said, "G-g-g-g-good
 a-a-a-ftern-n-n-noon, M-m-ma'am. I-i-i'm s-s-s-selling
 B-b-b-bibles. W-w-w-w-would y-y-y-you l-l-l-l-l-like to b-b-b-buy
 a B-b-b-b-bbible, or sh-sh-sh-ould I j-j-j-j-ust r-r-read it
 t-t-t-to you?"