The people of a small Jewish town were concerned that if the Messiah were to come upon them suddenly, he'd find them unwashed and in their weekday clothes. So they hired Berel to sit a mile out of town and be the messianic announcer.

His cousin Shmerel finds him sitting on the road. "What's up?" Shmerel asks.

"I'm the official messianic announcer," Berel answers.

"Ah.... So, how much does it pay?" Shmerel asks admiringly.

"I'll tell you," Berel confides. "The pay is not great, but for job security, you can't beat it!"