Yossel goes to a tailor to try on a new custom-made suit. The first thing
he notices is that the arms are too long.
"No problem," says the tailor. "Just bend them at the elbow and hold them
out in front of you. See, now it's fine."
"But the collar is up around my ears!"
"It's nothing. Just hunch your back up a little ... no, a little more ...
"But I'm stepping on my cuffs!" Yossel cries in desperation.
"Nu, bend you knees a little to take up the slack. There you go. Look in
the mirror -- the suit fits perfectly."
So, twisted like a pretzel, Yossel lurches out onto the street. Reba and
Florence see him go by.
"Oh, look," says Reba, "that poor man!"
"Yes," says Florence, "but what a beautiful suit."