A fleeing Taliban terrorist, desperate for water, was ploddingthrough the Afghan desert when he saw something far off in thedistance.
Hoping to find water, he hurried toward the mirage, only to find a
very frail little old Jewish man standing at a small makeshift displayrack – selling ties.
The Taliban terrorist asked, “Do you have water?”
The Jewish man replied, “I have no water. Would you like to buy a tie?They are only $5.”The Taliban shouted hysterically, “Idiot Infidel! I do not need suchan over-priced western adornment. I spit on your ties. I need water!”“Sorry, I have none, just ties – pure silk, and only $5.”“Pahh! A curse on your ties! I should wrap one around your scrawnylittle neck and choke the life out of you but . . . I must conserve myenergy and find water!”“Okay,” said the little old Jewish man. “It does not matter that youdo not want to buy a tie from me, or that you hate me, threaten mylife and call me infidel. I will show you that I am bigger than any of that.”“If you continue over that hill to the east for about two miles, you willfind a restaurant. It has the finest food and all the ice-cold water youneed. Go In Peace.”Cursing him again, the desperate Taliban staggered away, over the hill.Several hours later, he crawled back, almost dead, and gasped,“They won’t let me in without a tie!
