This conversation was overheard and recorded. The transcript follows:
So how’s business? Seems like at these mountain bars and restaurants’, business is brisk.
Woof-woof.
You don’t say. I didn’t realize you guys were that busy. What’s your position?
Woof.
Trainee manager. Wow! You know, where I come from, there is a high level of unemployment. You’re most fortunate.
Woof-woof-woof.
They say they can’t get decent help around here. No! Who would say something so cruel?
Woof.
Oh! Herr Smiley across the way. I think I understand—it figures.
So what do you recommend I order before the next leg of our hike?
Woof-woof-woof.
Pig’s knuckles? That’s “big time” traif. Rather, you have it as my treat.
Woof.
Okay, I’ll send the sow across—but be gentle.
(Manager to himself--'I think that was a Yiddishe Meidel')
Woof
I should take a look at the goats at the mountain top, you suggest?
Woof-woof
Picketing goats? I gotta see this.
Woof
They’re okay with the milk but it’s the meat issue that’s
‘killing’ them? I get it.
Shana Tova to all
The Lazarow's
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