As retold by
Bruce Lowitt
Rachel Zinman is driving from her home in Phoenix to visit her parents in
Boca for a few weeks. But she gets a late start and by 10 p.m. she's exhausted,
so she gets off I-10 at Pascagoula, Mississippi, and pulls into the first nice
hotel she sees.
"Sorry," the desk clerk says. "There's no vacancy."
Just then, a man and his wife get off the elevator with their luggage and check
out.
"Great," Rachel says. "Now there's a room."
"Sorry", the clerk says. "This hotel is restricted."
"What does that mean?"
"It means Jews aren't allowed here."
"What makes you think I'm Jewish?"
"Oh, please" he says.
"I'm Catholic! " she insist.
"Catholic, huh? Let me ask you, did God have a son?"
"Sure."
"What was his name?"
"Jesus."
"And where was he born?"
"In Bethlehem, in a stable."
"And why was he born in a stable?"
"Because a putz like you wouldn't rent his parents a room!"
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