Jewish Joke of the Week: Hospitality
Irving, an older man, is sitting outside a small roadside bed and breakfast when he sees a pickup truck rumbling down the dirt road.
“Good afternoon,” Irving says.
“Afternoon,” replies the driver.
“Passing through?” Irving asks.
“Headed into town.”
“What are you hauling back there?” Irving nods toward the truck bed.
“Manure.”
Irving pauses. “Manure? And what do you do with it?”
“I spread it on the fruit.”
Irving smiles and gestures toward the bed and breakfast. “You should eat here sometime,” he says. “We use sour cream.”
