Would you get G-d a bagel?
It was a cold, rainy winter evening on Manhattan's Lower East Side. Just as the baker was about to close his shop, a man rushes in and orders two bagels.
"One for me, and one for Bernetta," he says.
"Bernetta is your wife?", asks the baker.
"Yes of course", the man replied, "you think my mother would send me out on such a night for a bagel?"