A Hindu, a Jew, and a violist were out hiking one day (just go with it) when a freak blizzard swept through the area. Disoriented and lost, the trio despaired until they spotted a light in the distance. They followed it and found a remote farmstead; naturally, they knocked on the door and asked the farmer if they could stay the night.
“Well, all right,” said the farmer, “but I only have room for two of you in the house. One of you will have to go sleep out in the barn.”
“I’ll sleep in the barn,” volunteered the Hindu. So he went out to the barn.
About five minutes later there was a knock at the door; it was the Hindu. “I’m sorry,” he said, “but there is a cow in the barn. In my religion, cows are sacred. I could not impose upon it.”
“Fine,” said the Jew. “I’ll go sleep in the barn.” And he went out.
Five minutes later there was a knock at the door; it was the Jew. “I’m sorry,” he said, “but there is a pig in the barn. In my religion, pigs are unclean. I couldn’t possibly share space with it.”
“FINE,” said the violist, “I’LL go sleep in the barn. It’ll give me a chance to catch up on my practicing without these two complaining about it all the time.” He went out to the barn.
Five minutes later there was a knock at the door. It was the cow and the pig.
DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER No offense meant. Also, wouldn’t that make a great sitcom?