Tuesday, April 08, 2025

Jewish Humour

I pressed down and got in the elevator when it came. I didn't feel it move one direction or the other and was surprised when the doors opened and an older Jewish man who I know by sight got in. 

"Oh, we're on the sixth floor."

He is a short affable man with hurried movements, and he is never in a hurry, and a low, fast, breathless speaking manner, and he never moves fast enough to be breathless.

"You wanted to go down?" he asked  in his usual manner.

"Yes. It's all your fault!" I said playfully.

"You sound like my wife."