MyLaffs Joke #904
Mr. Ginsberg went into Ratner's Dairy Restaurant every day at precisely twelve and he invariably ordered the same thing, a large bowl of matzo-ball soup. So routine was this event over the decades that every noon, as Ginsberg seated himself-always in the same seat, which was saved for him-the waiter deftly slipped a large bowl of piping fresh matzo-ball soup before him and watched with gratification as Ginsberg began to inhale it with gusto.
But one day, Ginsberg did no such thing. He merely sat and stared at the soup.
After a few minutes, the waiter approached. "What's the matter, Mr. Ginsberg, is the soup too cold for you? I'll heat it up."
Ginsberg growled, "Taste it!"
The waiter said, "I don't have to taste it. Just tell me. Is it too hot? I'll fan it. Does it need salt? Pepper? I'll fix it."
Ginsberg growled, "Taste it, I tell you."
"All right. All right. Don't get mad. I'll taste it." The waiter's eyes wandered over the table. "But where's the spoon?"
And Ginsberg shouted in fury, "A-ha-a-a-a-a!"
