On the Upper East Side I was taking a stroll and I traipsed by a shop with people waiting in line out the door. Ice cream they were selling and it didn't look bad what with the heat and the humidity outside.
Then I notice they have no Kashruth certificate in the window. So, I find the manager. You're kosher, I ask? Yes, the manager tells me. So where is your Kashruth certificate in the window? I inquire? Listen, I tell him, I'm a rabbi, a Kashruth certificate I can get you, signed. Your business with the Jewish people in the neighborhood, will go through the roof.
For my offer, Mr. Manager gives me a Butter Pecan in a wafer cone. And tomorrow, I'll get him a certificate from Weintraub.
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