Moishe’s Buttered Bread

Moishe and his friend Heshy went out for lunch together every Tuesday. One Tuesday, Moishe wrestled with the problem of whether or not to butter his bread.

"I like butter on my bread," he said. "But my diet strictly forbids butter. Maybe I should call Miriam and ask her what to do."

"Moishe," Heshy said, "don't be ridiculous. You're a grown man. You should be able to decide, without your wife's help, whether or not to butter your own bread."

"You're right," Moishe said. "I'll just have the butter, that's all."

When the waiter arrived with the check, Heshy pointed to Moishe and said, "He's paying."

"What?" Moishe said. "Why should I have to pay the whole bill?"

"Because if you don't," Heshy said, "I'll tell Miriam about the butter."