I Am Being Frank With Jew

(During my first year of college, I am pretty much broke, and wear whatever I can get for cheap. I’m wearing a t-shirt advertising a brand of Kosher franks. I walk up to the register to check out.)

Clerk: *eying me suspiciously* “Are you… from around here?”

Me: “I just moved here for college, but I’ve lived in—”

Clerk: “Your shirt says you’re a Hebrew national.”

Me: “Only if I’m a hot dog…”

Clerk: *blank look*