Even on vacation...
 

George is an old Jewish New Yorker visiting Belfast, Northern Ireland and he decides to stop for a pint at the local pub. The hospitality is wonderful, but the bartender whispers as he is about to leave, "Be careful, you are in a rough part of town..."
"I'm a New Yorker... nothing could possibly scare me!"

George is stumbling back to the hotel when he is quickly grabbed from behind and pulled into a nearby alley. His assailant puts a knife to his throat and hisses, "Are you a Catholic or a Protestant?"

"I'm Jewish, I'm Jewish!" George screams, scared for his life.
"Aye, fare thee well, then..." and the man lets him go.

A few more blocks go by, and then suddenly he is quickly grabbed from behind and pulled into a nearby alley. His assailant puts a knife to his throat and hisses, "Are you a Catholic or a Protestant?"

"I'm Jewish, I'm Jewish!" George states quickly.
"Aye, fare thee well, then..." and the man lets him go.

A third time, the assailant grabs him, puts a knife to his throat, and hisses, "Are you a Catholic or a Protestant?"

"I'm Jewish!" George states with enthusiasm.

His assailant quietly whispers...

"Praise Allah, I am truly the luckiest Muslim in all of Belfast."

Poor George!

That's not funny.