Moshe, a travel agent, looks up from his desk and sees an old lady and an old gentleman peering into his shop window at the posters showing glamorous destinations around the world. Moshe has had a very good week and the two sad people outside his window give him a rare feeling of generosity.
He calls them into his shop and says to them, “I know that on your pension you could never hope to have a holiday, so I am sending you off to a fabulous resort at my expense, and I won’t take no for an answer.”
He takes them to his desk and tells his secretary to write two flight tickets and book a room in a five star hotel. They gladly accept and within days are on their way.
About a month later the little old lady comes into Moshe’s shop.
“So nu? How did you like your holiday?” Moshe asks her eagerly.
“The flight was exciting and the room was lovely,” the old lady replies. “I’ve come to thank you. But one thing puzzles me.
Who was that alte kacker I had to share the room with?”