Fish and Pushers

It’s Saturday. It’s been a hard week and I’m feeling pretty brain dead-ish. I absolutely MUST get out for a good walk today though. Yes it’s cold out but there’s little to no wind. It’ll hit 32º around noon which, sans breeze, will be “warm” enough.
Meanwhile, my pal Hillel is down in Florida visiting his awesome mother and soaking up the sun and warmth.

Hillel:   I was going through my mother's recipe file and came across this one. Note the first ingredient. How do they know? Was there a little fishy bris or do they wear waterproof yarmulkas or what?

Me:   I think they know because Jewish fish travel in shuls not schools.

By the by, the sunset shot is Hillel’s. That's Florida, not Massachusetts. It's in the upper 60s there right now. //sigh//

One more exchange—Hillel’s wife Chaya was working from home and managed to have the fastest, most polite convo with door to door Jesus sellers ever.

[Doorbell dings]

Chaya:   (answering the door in pajamas, because I'm working from home today and have no Zoom meetings): "Um...."

Earnest-looking pair (Guy standing on the porch, woman on the top porch step):   "Hi! I know you weren't expecting us..."

Chaya:    True. And I'm sick, so I hope you'll excuse my not opening the screen door. I don't want to give you COVID."

Earnest pair (both stepping back):   "Oh! So sorry to hear it! Do you need anything?"

Chaya (feeling a little bad because they were nice about it—she doesn’t actually have COVID):   "No thanks, I'm all set. What's up?"

Earnest pair:    "Well, we're Jehovah's witnesses and we just wanted to see if we could share some messages of hope with our neighbors..."

Chaya (pointing to the beautiful, sparkly mezuzah on the front door post):    "And I'm a religious Jew, so I'm good."

Earnest pair: "Oh! Okay, thanks.”

I think they left more because Chaya implied that she has COVID. Hey, whatever it takes to get rid of these god peddlers. 

Seeing as how I’m all empty-headed this morning, I’m leaving you with a few memes.

You’re welcome.