Sid and Max were sitting in a Mexican restaurant.
Sid asked Max, “Are there any Jews in Mexico”?
I don’t know,” Sid replied. “Why don’t we ask the waiter?”
When the waiter came by, Max asked him, “Are there any Mexican Jews?”
“I don’t know Señor, let me ask,” the waiter replied, and he went into the kitchen.
He returned in a few minutes and said, “No, Señor. No Mexican Jews.”
“Are you sure?” Max asked.
“I will check again, Señor,” the waiter replied and went back to the kitchen.
While he was still gone, Sid said, “I cannot believe there are no Jews in Mexico. Our people are scattered everywhere.”
When the waiter returned he said, “Señor, no Mexican Jews.”
Are you really sure?” Max asked again. “I cannot believe there are no Mexican Jews.”
“Señor, I asked everyone,” the waiter replied exasperated. “We have Orange Jews, Prune Jews, Tomato Jews and Grape Jews, but no one ever heard of Mexican Jews!”