A monastery in the English countryside was
having a hard time with its
cash flow because of the dwindling number of
monks available to help
with all the work. Then one day two of the
monks, who had been discussing
the problem, suggested they open a
fish and chips stand down on the
highway, right next to a scenic
vista area popular with tourists. The
other monks agreed, and the two
put up the stand. One day a tourist who
wanted to offer a
compliment asked the monk on duty, “Are you the fish
friar?” “No, sir,”
retorted the brother, “I’m the chip
monk.”