A citizen of Moscow went into a restaurant and ordered: “Borsht, veal cutlets, rhubarb pie, a cup of coffee….oh and a copy of Pravda please.”
“Certainly,” said the waiter, “we have all that you have ordered except Pravda. That newspaper ceased publication when the old Communist regime collapsed.”
The waiter duly brought the borsht; the customer ate it with relish and said: “And now bring me the veal cutlets and don’t forget my rhubarb pie, coffee and my copy of Pravda.”
The waiter said patiently: “I’m sorry but I can’t bring you a copy of Pravda. It doesn’t exist anymore. It died with the Communists.”
The cutlets in turn were brought and eaten. “Now,” said the customer, “please bring me my rhubarb pie and then my coffee and the copy of Pravda.”
“The rhubarb pie is no problem,” said the waiter, “and there’s plenty of coffee but there is no longer any Pravda – like the old Communist government, it’s finished, done away with, no more.”
The customer consumed his pie and called the waiter over to his table. “That was excellent,” he said, “and now I’m ready for my coffee and the copy of Pravda.”
The waiter exploded: “How many times do I have to tell you, there is no Pravda. There is no Communist government. We’ve got rid of all that!”
“Yes, I know,” said the customer, “I just wanted to hear you say it again.”
National Strawberry Rhubarb Pie Day
A citizen of Moscow went into a restaurant and ordered: “Borsht, veal cutlets, rhubarb pie, a cup of coffee….oh and a copy of Pravda please.”
“Certainly,” said the waiter, “we have all that you have ordered except Pravda. That newspaper ceased publication when the old Communist regime collapsed.”
The waiter duly brought the borsht; the customer ate it with relish and said: “And now bring me the veal cutlets and don’t forget my rhubarb pie, coffee and my copy of Pravda.”
The waiter said patiently: “I’m sorry but I can’t bring you a copy of Pravda. It doesn’t exist anymore. It died with the Communists.”
The cutlets in turn were brought and eaten. “Now,” said the customer, “please bring me my rhubarb pie and then my coffee and the copy of Pravda.”
“The rhubarb pie is no problem,” said the waiter, “and there’s plenty of coffee but there is no longer any Pravda – like the old Communist government, it’s finished, done away with, no more.”
The customer consumed his pie and called the waiter over to his table. “That was excellent,” he said, “and now I’m ready for my coffee and the copy of Pravda.”
The waiter exploded: “How many times do I have to tell you, there is no Pravda. There is no Communist government. We’ve got rid of all that!”
“Yes, I know,” said the customer, “I just wanted to hear you say it again.”