( JOKES ) Stories from Africa

Furniture Business

My cousin Moishe owned one of the biggest and

fastest-growing businesses in North West

London, a furniture store.

I convinced him that he needed to take a trip to

Italy to check out the merchandise himself and

because he was still single, he could check out all

the hot Italian women, and maybe get lucky.

As Moishe was checking into a hotel, he struck up

an acquaintance with a beautiful young lady. She

only spoke Italian and he only spoke English, so

neither understood a word the other spoke.

He took out a pencil and a notebook and drew a

picture of a taxi. She smiled, nodded her head

and they went for a ride in the park. Later, he

drew a picture of a table in a restaurant with a

question mark and she nodded, so they went to

dinner. After dinner he sketched two dancers and

she was delighted. They went to several

nightclubs, drank champagne, danced and had a

glorious evening. It had gotten quite late when

she motioned for the pencil and drew a picture of

a four-poster bed.

Moishe was dumbfounded, and to this day

remarks to me that he's never been able to

understand how she knew he was in the

furniture business.