When I was but a lad, I had a after-school job in a busy grocery store. One evening when I was picking up some overtime in the insanely busy Passover season, some old shifty-looking diamond retailer rolls up and asks me,
"Where do you keep the matzo?"
"What's matzo?" I asked, ever so innocently.
"I don't know. What's matzo with you?" he shouted, and started cackling maniacally.
Was he putting a curse on me?
2006-08-09
02:14:05
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