April 22, 2007 at 9:07 am

Life is Like a Cafetaria

A friend’s grandfather came to America from Eastern Europe.

After being processed at Ellis Island, he went into a cafeteria in lower Manhattan to get something to eat.

He sat down at an empty table and waited for someone to take his order.

Of course nobody did. Finally, a woman with a tray full of food sat down opposite him and informed him how a cafeteria worked.

“Start out at that end,” she said. …