It was a terrible night, blowing cold and snow in a most frightful
manner. The streets were deserted and the local baker was just about to
close up shop when a little Jewish man slipped through the door. He
carried an umbrella, blown inside out, and was bundled in two sweaters
and a thick coat. But even so he still looked wet, freezing, and
bedraggled.
As he unwound his scarf he said to the baker, "May I have two poppy seed bagels to go, please?"
The baker said in astonishment, "Two bagels? Nothing more?"
"That's right," answered the little man. "One for me and one for Sherry."
"Sherry is your wife?" Asked the baker.
"What do you think," snapped the little man, "my mother would send me out on a night like this?"
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