Fancy, Schmancy

A Jew was walking on Regent Street in London
and stopped in to a posh gourmet food shoppe.
An impressive salesperson in morning coat with
tails approached him and politely asked, "Can I
help you, Sir?"
"Yes," replied the customer, "I would like to buy
a pound of lox."
"No. No," responded the dignified salesperson,
"You mean smoked salmon."
"Okay, a pound of smoked salmon."
"Anything else?"
"Yes, a dozen blintzes."
"No. No. You mean crepes."
"Okay, a dozen crepes."
"Anything else?"
"Yes. A pound of chopped liver."
"No. No. You mean pate."
"Okay," said the Jewish patron with a sigh,
"A pound of pate. And," he added, "I'd like you
to deliver this to my house on Saturday."
"Whaaat?!? Look," retorted the indignant
salesperson, "We don't schlep on Shabbos!"


Posted by Steve & Marilyn Kerman