From Jacob E Goodman [JEGCC@CUNYVM.CUNY.EDU] and posted on the groaners listserv
Meyer, a lonely widower, was walking home along Delancey Street one day wishing something wonderful would happen in his life when he passed a Pet Store and heard a squawking voice shouting out in Yiddish, “Quawwwwk, vus machst du, yeah, du, outside, standing like a putzel*, eh?”
Meyer rubbed his eyes and ears. He couldn’t believe it. The proprietor sprang out of the door and grabbed Meyer by the … Read the rest...