There was once a fellow who went to a mekubal and said that he has no children, and can he please have a brocha.
The mekubal asked him for $10,000 and promised that he will have a child within the year, and that he should call the mekubal to be sandak.
Surely enough, a year later, the fellow comes to invite the mekubal to a bris that will take place the next morning at 9:00, and is mechabed the mekubal with sandaka’us.
At 10:00 the next morning, two sefardim coming shlepping the mekubal’s chair, and he follows a short itme later. After a few minutes he looks round at the beautifully prerpared hall, and asks what they are waiting for.
The father answers ”we are waiting for the baby.”
Ten minutes later the question and answer repeat itself.
Eventually, the mekubal, unused to being made to wait, leams over to the father and says, ”Tagid li, eifoh hatinok”?
The father answers, “k’vod HoRav, zeh mah she’uni shoi’el oitcha.”