Bees
Two bees ran into each other. One asked the other how things
were going.
"Really bad," said the second bee, "the weather
has been really wet and damp and there aren't any flowers or
pollen, so I can't make any honey."
"No problem," said the first bee, "Just fly
down five blocks and turn left and keep going until you see all
the cars. There's a Bar Mitzvah going on and there are all kinds
of fresh flowers and fresh fruit."
"Thanks for the tip," said the second bee and flew
away.
A few hours later the two bees ran into each other again and
the first bee asked, "How'd it go?"
"Fine," said the second bee, "It was everything
you said it would be."
"Uh, what's that thing on your head?" asked the
first bee.
"That's my yarmulka," said the second bee, "I
didn't want them to think I was a wasp."