In a few hours, I’m going to know my grade for my MA thesis. So just before my academic preoccupation with Judaism ends, I thought I’d share this joke with you.
Two bees ran into each other. One asked the other how things were going. “Bad,” said the second bee: “The weather has been wet and damp, and there aren’t any flowers or pollen, so I can’t make any honey.”
“No problem,” said the first bee: “Just fly down five blocks and turn left and keep going until you see all the cars. There’s a Bar Mitzvah going on, and there are all kinds of fresh flowers and fresh fruit.”
“Thanks for the tip,” said the second bee and flew away.
A few hours later, the two bees ran into each other again. The first bee asked: “How’d it go?”
“Great,” said the second bee: “It was everything you said it would be, great flowers and lots of pollen to make honey!”
“Uh, what’s that thing on your head?” asked the first bee.
“That’s my yarmulke,” said the second bee: “I didn’t want them to think I was a wasp.”