RUDOLPH THE RED
On a tour of Russia during the days of communism, Mr. and Mrs. Jones spent a very pleasant time with their guide Rudolph. However, on the last day of the tour a little precipitation began to fall. Mr. Jones said disgustingly, “I knew it would begin snowing before we reached the hotel!” “Pardon me,” said the guide, “but that’s not snow; it’s rain.” Mr. Jones shook his head, “Sorry, friend, but you’re wrong. It’s snow.” “Rain,” said the Russian confidently. “Snow.” “Rain, comrade.” Mr. Jones was getting red in the face and was preparing to yell at his guide, when his wife grabbed him by the arm and said, “Please control yourself! Rudolph, the Red, knows rain dear! Adapted from Clergy Talk, December, 1991
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