Sid and Al were sitting in a Mexican restaurant.
"Sid," asked Al, "Are there any Jews in Mexico?" I don't know,"
Sid replied. "Why don't we ask the waiter?"
When the waiter came by, Al asked him, "Are there any Mexican Jews?" "I
don't know sir, let me ask," the waiter replied, and he went into the kitchen.
He returned in a few minutes and said, "No, sir. No Mexican Jews." "Are you
sure?" Al asked. "I will check again, sir." the waiter replied and went
back to the kitchen.
While he was still gone, Sid said, "I cannot believe there are no Jews in Mexico. Our
people are scattered everywhere."
When the waiter returned he said, "Sir, no Mexican Jews." "Are you
really sure?" Al asked again. "I cannot believe there are no Mexican
Jews." "Sir, I ask everyone," the waiter replied exasperated.
"We have orange Jews, prune Jews, tomato Jews and grape Jews, but no one ever hear of
Mexican Jews!"
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