The rabbi tells the father he must go into temple to pray.
The father does so and speaks to God about his problems, finishing up with "...and my biggest problem is my son. My son wants to marry a shiksa..." and immediately, a voice booms out of nowhere: "Problem? You call that a problem? I got problems! Look at my Son!"
She wore a bathing suit on the first day, but on the second,
she decided that since no one could see her way up there
that she would slip out of it and get rid of the tan lines
on her back.
She’d been lying there on her stomach for a little while
when she heard someone running up the stairs towards the
roof. Startled, she didn’t have time to pull on her suit,
and since she was lying on her stomach, she just pulled
a towel over her rear.
“Excuse me, miss,” said the flustered assistant manager of
the hotel, out of breath from running up the stairs. “The
Hilton doesn’t mind you sunbathing up here, but we would
very much appreciate you wearing a bathing suit, as you
did yesterday”
“YESTERDAY!” she exclaimed, rather irritated... “Have you
been following me around? And besides, what difference
does it make ANYWAY since no one except a nosy assistant
manager can see me? I’m on the top floor and I’m covered
with a towel.”
“Well, that would be true,” said the embarrassed little man.
“Except for the fact that you’re lying on the dining room
skylight.”