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Old Chaim Yankel Wasserstein was sitting on his porch, when a young man walked up with a pad and pencil in his hand.
"What are you selling, young man?" Chaim Yankel asked.
"I'm not selling anything, sir," the young man replied. "I'm the census taker."
"A what?" Chaim Yankel asked.
"A census taker. We are trying to find out how many people live in New York."
"Well," Chaim Yankel answered, "you're wasting your time with me; I have no idea."