An Arab came to New York and opened a rug shop in an
out-of-the-way neighborhood. business was non-existent until
a matron came in and started to examine his wares.
"Please," the Arab said. "You must buy a carpet."
"They are very beautiful," the matron said. "But they
stink."
"How dare you say that?" cried the indignant Arab. "My
carpets do not stink. I stink!"