From: utzoo!decvax!harpo!seismo!rlgvax!oz
Newsgroups: net.jokes
Title: Re: Jewish joke
Article-I.D.: rlgvax.327
Posted: Sun Apr 24 13:29:29 1983
Received: Mon Apr 25 21:40:11 1983
References: sdcattb.2592


Oh yea, well my grandmother used to own both a hotel, AND an interesting
parrot.  Having been around my grandmother all its life, the only thing
that parrot could say was "Who is it?" in a Jewish accent I might add.
Well the reason that the hotel is significant is that every spring my
grandmother (or bubbeh if you prefer) would leave her home in Woodbourne
NY, go down the 20 steps from her house and go to clean the hotel to get
ready for the reopening in the summer.

One spring, grandmother did just that, having forgotten that she had
ordered some meat to be delivered to her.  After she left the house,
the butcher's new assistant, drove to her house, climbed the 20 steps
to her door and knocked on the door.  Hearing the knock, the parrot said

"Who is it?"

The man replied:
"It's the butcher."

The parrot said:
"Who is it?"

The man said:
"It's the butcher!"

The parrot said:
"Who is it?"

The man screamed:
"IT'S THE BUTCHER, IT'S THE... ARRGH"

and he died, of a heart attack, right there on my grandmother's porch.

Two hours later, grandmother came back from the hotel and saw the dead man on
her porch.  "Oy my g-d!"  she said, "who is it?"  "It's the butcher," replied
the parrot.

				Enjoy,

				OZ
				seismo!rlgvax!oz