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An American Jew in London

An American Jew was shopping on Piccadilly, in London. He entered the posh gourmet food store, Fortnum & Mason.
 

A salesman in a Morning Coat - with tie and tails - approached and asked, “May I be of service to you, sir?”

“Yes,” replied the customer, “I'd like a pound of Lox.”

“Sorry, sir,” answered the cultured salesman, “Do you mean Smoked Salmon'”?

“Okay, a pound of Smoked Salmon.”

“Anything else?”

“Yes, a dozen Blintzes.”

“I believe you mean Crepes.”

“Okay, a dozen Crepes.”

“Anything else?”

“Yes. A pound of Chopped Liver.”

“You are probably referring to Pate'.”

“Okay,” said the customer, “a pound of Pate', and could you deliver this Saturday? “

“Sorry, sir,” said the salesman, “We don't schlep Chazzerai on Shabbos!”