Tailor Humor

A tailor's shop was next door to a very upscale French restaurant. Every day at lunch time, the tailor sat out behind his shop and ate his black bread and herring while smelling the wonderful odors coming from the restaurant's kitchen. One day the tailor was surprised to receive an invoice from the restaurant for "enjoyment of food." So he went to the restaurant to point out that he had not bought anything from them. The manager said, "Every day you sit outside our kitchen and smell our food while eating. We are providing added value to your lunch, and we deserve to be paid for it." The tailor stuck his hand in his pocket and rattled the few coins he had inside. The manager asked him, "What is the meaning of that?" The tailor replied, "I'm paying for the smell of your food with the sound of my money."