It was a terrible night, blowing cold and snow in a most frightful manner.
The streets were deserted and the local baker was just about to close up shop when a little old man slipped through the door.
He carried an umbrella, blown inside out and was bundled in two sweaters and a thick coat. But even so, he still looked wet, freezing and bedraggled.
As he unwound his scarf, he said to the baker, “May I have two poppy-seed bagels to go, please?”
The baker replied in astonishment, “Two bagels? Nothing more?”
“That’s right,” answered the little man. “One for me and one for Wendy.”
“And who is Wendy, your wife?” asked the baker.
“What do you think?” snapped the little man, “You think my mother would send me out on a night like this?”