No schlepping on Shabbat?
An American Jew was shopping on Regent Street in London.
He entered a posh gourmet food store.
A sales representative in a long morning coat with a tie and tails approached: "May I be of help to you, Sir?"
"Yes, I'd like a pound of lox."
"I'm sorry, Sir, do you mean smoked salmon?"
"Okay, a pound of smoked salmon."
"Anything else, Sir?"
"Yes, a dozen blintzes."
"I believe you mean crepes, Sir."
"Okay, a dozen crepes."
"Anything else, Sir?"
"Yes, a pound of chopped liver."
"You are probably referring to pate, Sir."
"Okay, a pound of pate, and could you deliver this on Saturday?"
"I'm sorry, Sir, we don't schlep that chazerai on Shabbes!"