Polish Cleaning Ladies and Other Jokes

Our cleaning lady was fired, again.
She wasn't too bright.
In fact, she was down right dumb.
Then again, so was the last one; which leads me to wonder if they hired her in the first place, why did they fire her?

Scene: the Yeshiva's coffee room -a large all purpose room with a small fridge, coffee percolator, and ping-pong table. A Polish cleaning lady can be found busily cleaning the percolator with a bottle of windex and an old rag.
Enter our hero, Mottel. He approaches the percolator in order to make a cup of coffee . . .

Cleaning Lady: Dzien Dobri!

She smiles, continuing to clean the percolator -thereby obsctructing Mottel from making his much needed cup of coffee.

Cleaning Lady (cont.): Jak szi Pan ma?

She smiles again.

Mottel: Uh yah . . . Hi.
Cleaning Lady: Pofarbuję maj włos

Mottel reaches for a plastic cup, in the hope that the cleaning lady will see that he wants to make a cup of coffee. She continues cleaning . . . and speaking.

Cleaning Lady: kocham jajka. . . Ale jesteśmy zza jajek

She smiles again . . . then laughs for good measure.

Mottel: I don't understand Polish . . . but I'd like to make a cup of coffee.

Cleaning Lady: Ten płyn zapach lubić cukier -lubię żywność, ktazry jest dlaczego kładę to w mojej herbacie!

Mottel (annoyeded): Hello? I want coffee please. Me . . . Coffee . . . Drink . . . Now

A look of confusion passes over the face of the Cleaning Lady, only, however, for a moment.

Cleaning Lady:Stare kurczę wygląda jak odurzony język polski czyszczenie panie
Mottel: I don't speak Polish! Je Nie Rozumieją Polski! NO Polski talka angielski

The Cleaning Lady cracks up in laughter . . . then, thankfully, begins to clean the bottom of a nearby table.

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In America we make Polak jokes. I think that in Poland, they must make Cleaning Lady jokes.

Joke in America

A blind man walks into a bar. He sits down, buys a drink, then leans over to a person near him and says,
"Would you like to hear a joke? There once was a Polak . . . ."

"One second," interrupts the bar tender. "My name is Renik Papke -I'm 6 foot, 9. I have a black belt in Karate. To your left is sitting Jana Pawła Ulicovski, and to your right is Vładisłav Warszawski . . . The three of us are Polish -are you sure you want to continue that joke?"
"Nah," says the blind man, "I don't feel like explaining it three times."

Here's the same joke in Poland

A blind man walks into a bar. He sits down, buys a drink, then leans over to a person near him and says,
"Would you like to hear a joke? There once was a Cleaning Lady . . ."
"One second," interrupts the bar tender. "My name is Renik Papke -I'm 6 foot, 9. I have a black belt in Karate. To your left is sitting Jana Pawła Ulicovski, and to your right is Vładisłav Warszawski . . . the three of us have sisters who are cleaning ladies -are you sure you want to continue that joke?"
"Hah," says the blind man, "You think that's bad, I married one!"