One morning at the village bakery, a Mongolian comes and says:
- Do you have cucumber pie?
- No, sir, I do not have one. the baker answers
- The next morning, 5 Mongolians come back and ask:
- Do you have cucumber pie?
- No, gentlemen, I do not have one. replied the baker again. Then, 2 weeks later, the same story starts again with 500 Mongolians. The baker, thinking that she is going to make a fortune, makes thousands of cucumber pies during the night. The next morning, 600 Mongolians arrive and ask:
- Do you have cucumber pie?
- Yes, I have, says the baker, proud of her.
- You know ? asks a Mongolian
- Uh what?
- It's not good, huh?