The Italian Loan
An Italian walked into a bank in New York City and asked for the loan officer. He told the loan officer that he was going to Italy on business for two weeks and needed to borrow $5,000 and that he was not a depositor of the bank.
The bank officer told him that the bank would need some form of security for the loan, so the Italian handed over the keys to a new Ferrari. The car was parked on the street in front of the bank. The Italian produced the title and everything checked out. The loan officer agreed to hold the car as collateral for the loan and apologized for having to charge 12% interest. Later, the bank's president and its officers all enjoyed a good laugh at the Italian for using a $250,000 Ferrari as collateral for a $5,000 loan. An employee of the bank then drove the Ferrari into the bank's underground garage and parked it.
Two weeks later, the Italian returned, repaid the $5,000 and the interest of $23.07. The loan officer said, "Sir, we are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multi-millionaire. What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow $5,000?"
The Italian replied: "Minga, where else in New York City can I park my car for two weeks for only $23.07 and expect it to be there when I return?" Ah, the Italians... Bada Bing
A Jewish Christmas story...
The teacher was very curious about how each of her students' celebrated
Christmas Eve "Tell me Patrick, what do you do on Christmas Eve?" she
asked.
Patrick addressed the class. "Well Miss, me and my twelve brothers and
sisters go to midnight Mass and we sing hymns, then we come home very late
and we put mince pies by the back door and hang up our stockings. Then all
excited we go to
bed and wait for Santa to come with all our toys."
"Very nice Patrick, now Jimmy Brown, what do you do?"
"Well Miss, me and my sister go to Church with Mom and Dad and we sing
carols and we get home ever so late. We put cookies and milk by the chimney
and we hang up our stockings. We hardly sleep waiting for Santa Claus to
bring our presents."
Remembering there was a Jewish boy in the class and not wanting to leave
him out of th e discussion, she asked, "Now Jimmy Cohen, what do you do on
Christmas Eve?"
"Well Miss, it's the same old thing every year. Dad comes home from the
office.
We all pile into the Rolls and drive to his toy factory. When we get inside
we look at all the empty shelves and sing "What a friend we have in Jesus".
Then we go to the Bahamas."
