Real Quaker
One day a very tall, well-dressed man entered a small-town, general store in the South. He was so distinctively dressed that it was obvious to the clerk that this man was a Quaker. He was dressed in black and wore that hat just like the Quaker Oats guy wears.
Well, the clerk had never before seen a real live Quaker, let alone talked to one. When the man reached the counter with his selections, the clerk could hardly contain himself.
“Are you a Quaker?” he asked as he was ringing up the merchandise.
“Yes,” the man said with a little edge in his voice.
“No joke?” asked the clerk. “You’re really a REAL Quaker?”
The man, looking a little more perturbed, said, “Yes, I am a real Quaker.”
“Wow!” the young clerk said, “I never seen a real live Quaker before. Would you say something in Quaker talk for me?” asked the clerk.
The man ignored this request and waited for his merchandise to be tallied up. As the clerk finished ringing up the sale, the clerk said, “Please, Mister, say something in Quaker talk.”
The man finally leaned over the counter in a gesture of secrecy. The clerk leaned forward in order to hear his reply. The man said quietly, “Screw Thee.”