Leventhal the lawyer and Cohen the doctor meet in synagogue on Shabbos.
“Leventhal, you don’t know how lucky you are. Every time I come here to pray, people hound me with their medical problems. This one has stomach trouble. That one has back pain. Everybody wants free advice. But you? Nobody bothers you with legal questions. How do you do it?”
“Nothing to it. Any time somebody asks me for legal advice, I send them a bill on Monday.”
Cohen loves the idea. Come Monday, he’s sitting in his office writing up a bunch of bills when there’s a knock on his door.
It’s the mailman, with a bill from Leventhal.
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Image: United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, courtesy of Joseph & Rachel Greenfield