A cantor, the man who sings the prayers at a synagogue, brags before his congregation in a
booming, bellowing voice: "Two years ago I insured my voice with Lloyds of London for
$750,000."
There is a hushed and awed silence in the crowded room. Suddenly, from the back of the
room, the guiet, nasal voice of an elderly woman is heard:
"So what did you do with the
money?" |