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?"