A real getaway

Sadie is sitting in a restaurant sipping her tea. Next to her, a woman and her two daughters were discussing where to go on vacation.

The one daughter said to the mother, “Let’s go to New York.”

“No,” the mother replied. “There are too many Jews there.”

The other daughter said to the mother, “Let’s go to London.”

“No,” the mother said again. “Also too many Jews there.”

The first daughter spoke again, saying, “Let’s go to Paris.”

Yet again the mother replied, “No, too many Jews there, too.”

Sadie had heard enough. She leans over and says to them, in a thick, loud Yiddish accent, “Well, why don’t you go to hell — there are no Jews there!”

© david minkoff

Last request

Benny had worked long and hard all his life and now his end was near. His family had all gathered around his hospital bed. Through half-closed, watery eyes, and with a very croaky voice, Benny said, “Sarah, darling, are you here?”

“Yes, dear, I’m here.”

“Sam, are you here?”

“Yes, Dad, I’m here.”

“Hannah, are you here?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Rifka, are you here?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Harry, are you here?”

“Yes, Grandpa.”

Then, struggling to sit up and using his last ounce of strength, Benny shouted, “If you’re all here, who on earth is looking after the shop?”

© david minkoff