So, last night Im dreaming, I guess, and Im at some friends house. I ask, and am pointed to the washroom down the hall. I open the door and find a family of Russian peasants ironing and folding shirts in a small room; dusty and cramped, dating back a century. It was like a scene out of Fiddler on the Roof. I apologized and the 3 or 4 Russians nod as if it were not an uncommon occurrence. I return to my friends living room and tell them, and they all know about it, saying I opened the wrong door. Then we dance a Russian jig, snapping our fingers, and singing, If I Were a Rich Man. I wonder if it was something I ate for dinner? Im going to eat it again tonight and see how it goes. Mazel Tov!
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 13:11:33 +0000
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