The Butcher

A pompous, wealthy matron walks into a butcher shop, taps her fingers arrogantly on the counter and says, "Butcher, I want a Long Island Duckling." The butcher walks to the back room, grabs a duck off the shelf and places it down in front of the woman.

She promptly takes her right hand and inserts two fingers into the rear end of the duck and says, "Butcher, this is NOT a Long Island duckling. It is a Pittsburgh duckling. I DO NOT WANT a Pittsburgh duckling - take it back.

The butcher mutters under his breath, grabs the duck, goes to the back room, grabs a different duck, and plops it down on the counter. The woman again inserts two fingers up the duck's rear and disgustingly says, "Butcher, THIS IS NOT A LONG ISLAND DUCKLING - IT IS BOSTON DUCKLING - TAKE IT BACK!

By this time, the butcher is really steamed. He grabs another duck off the shelf and practically throws it at the woman. Once again, she inserts two fingers up the duck's rear and says, "Well finally you brought me a Long Island duckling. I'll take it. Wrap it up."

The butcher, seething, wraps up the duck and then the woman arrogantly asks, "Butcher, how long have you worked here?" He replies, "Two months."

"And where are you from?" she asks. At which point, he pulls down his pants, turns his butt toward her and says, "WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME!"