A poor Jew came to the rabbi.
― Rabbi, I have nothing to eat, give me a job.
― Okay, come to me as a clerk.
― But I don’t know how to write.
― Well then, I have two dollars - so you have one.
The Jew took a dollar, bought a pack of cigarettes with it, sold it for two - bought four, sold four - bought eight, then a stall, then a store, then a yacht, then an airplane, then a mine in Namibia.
Having become a multimillionaire, he once walked along Forty-seventh Avenue and saw a diamond necklace for his woman in a window.
― How much does it cost? ― he asked the seller.
― Three million dollars.
― Okay,― said the Jew and began to count out three million at a hundred bucks.
The seller was surprised:
― You could write a check!
― But I don’t know how to write.
― How can it be???
― If I could write, I would be a clerk in the synagogue.