It was a terrible night, blowing cold and snow in a most frightful manner. The streets were deserted and the local baker was just about to close up the shop when a man slipped through the door. He carried an umbrella, blown inside out, and was bundled in two sweaters and a thick coat. But even so he still looked wet, freezing and bedraggled.

As he unwound his scarf he said to the baker, "May I have two poppy seed bagels to go, please?"

The baker said in astonishment, "Two bagels? Nothing more?"

"That's right," answered the little man. "One for me and one for Sherry."

"Sherry is your wife?" asked the baker.

"What do you think," snapped the little man, "my mother would send me out on a night like this?"