Laugh a little
What a Meal
Shlomo went on holiday to Spain. One day, he sat in a Spanish cafe on Fiesta Day and watched the waiter serve a fragrant and attractive dish to a party at the next table.
“What is that?” Shlomo asked.
“Senor, those are the bull’s testicles from today’s bullfights.”
“They look excellent! Bring me some.”
“Senor, there is a wait! People sign up one year in advance for such a delicacy.”
“Then sign me up! I’ll be here this time next year.”
A year of anticipation later and Fiesta Day arrives again. Shlomo is in the cafe anxiously awaiting his meal. Finally, the waiter appears with two leathery little lumps covered by gravy.
“And what is this?” cried Shlomo. “Look at them! Do you call this a meal for a Jew? Last year they were fragrant and big and fluffy! What happened?”
“Senor, the bull does not always lose.”