The Duck

A lady is shopping at a small butcher shop. When her number is called, she tells the butcher "Give me a Long Island Duck"
So the butcher goes into the cooler and comes out w/ a duck, he plops it on the scale and the lady says "Let me see that duck"

So the butcher hands it to her over the counter.

The lady takes her index and middle fingers and sticks them up the duck's butt, then pulls her fingers out, puts her fingers to her nose and smells them. She gets a look of disgust on her face, looks at the butcher and says "This is a Boston Teal. I want a Long Island Duck. Take this back and get me a Long Island Duck."

So the butcher returns the duck to the cooler and comes back w/ another duck. The butcher puts it on the scale, then the lady says "Let me see that duck".

The lady once again sticks her fingers up the duck's butt and then smells her fingers.

"This is a Canadian Mallard. Take it back. What's wrong with you, I said I want a Long Island Duck... go get me a Long Island Duck before I call the manager".

So the butcher takes it back to the cooler and comes out with another. This time he hands the duck to the lady instead of putting it on the scale.

Again the lady sticks her fingers up the duck's butt and then smells her fingers. "Ahhh, now this is a Long Island Duck".

Then the lady looks at the butcher and says "You're not from around here are you?"

The butcher says "No, I'm not"

The lady asks the butcher "Where are you from?"

The butcher turns around, drops his pants, bends over, looks at the lady and says "Why don't you tell me lady"