Not often I see one that's new to me, hopefully new to you as well.
Moishe is putting together a luncheon party for a large number of acquaintances and friends, and so decides to go to a rather posh caterer to order some food. He is met by a smartly-dressed salesperson, who says, "Can I help you, Sir?"
"Certainly," says Moishe. "I'm putting together a little party for some friends, and I have a few things that I would like. For starters, we're going to need about five pounds of lox."
The salesperson raises an eyebrow. "Surely you mean, 'smoked salmon', sir?"
Moishe shrugs. "All right, all right. Smoked salmon. We're also going to need about six dozen blintzes."
The salesperson scoffs. "'Blintzes'? You mean 'crepes', I'm sure."
Moishe rolls his eyes. "Okay, have it your way. Crepes. I'm also going to need about two quarts of liverwurst."
"No, no," says the salesman. "You mean, 'pâté'."
"Fine! Pâté! Whatever!" Moishe throws up his hands. "Five pounds of smoked salmon, six dozen crepes, and two quarts of pâté. I need it delivered to this address at around one o'clock on Saturday."
The salesman gives Moishe a deeply offended look. "What, you expect me to schlep on shabbos?!"
Glad I remembered to check and see if you'd looked in your inbox yet, I should have been prepared for the punchline on yours, but I was not.
























