Two stories, one wedding
Here are two true stories that happened to me. Hold onto your hats, people. This is good stuff.
Last week, we went to sheva brachot for friends of ours, and we met a couple that we didn’t know before. Of course, after speaking to them, it turns out that we know people in common, and the couple got excited when they realized they were talking to Husband #1. Because he is so famous.
I was feeling pretty good about myself because it always makes me so happy when I find out that people read my column. Husband #1 is always a little annoyed, because he too is a middle child and likes attention. Of course when we got in the car, I had to go on and on about how nice it was that they read my column and blah blah blah it’s all about me.
Truthfully, I am surprised that he has never just left me on the side of the road. But then we get home, and I have to make sure he has a snack and clean underwear, and then I don’t feel so badly about being annoying.
Anyway, fast forward to less than a week later. Husband #1 and I are at a wedding and I see the wife of the couple that was “so excited” to meet us just days earlier. I went over to be friendly, something I normally do not do unless I really like you, and she did not remember me from the sheva brachot.
Well, that really put me in my place. And then she apologized and asked if I would write about it and now I am. If she doesn’t recognize me the next time she sees me, then I will be really worried about her and will call her doctor. Truth is, even though this neighborhood is really not that big, there are some people who I never see, so, we will see what happens.
Next story. So I have this friend who was in my brother’s class in elementary school and high school. She is probably one of the few people who walks more around town than I do, and she walks really fast. Now, normally, this wouldn’t be an important fact, but she is under 5 feet tall and she walks faster than I do, and my legs are probably as long as she is tall.
In any event, we were at the wedding together, same wedding where the person didn’t recognize me, which was really nice because we are rarely at the same simchas. When Husband #1 and I were getting ready to leave, she asked us for a ride home because her husband had to stay at the wedding for a bit longer. Great, no problem, our pleasure.
I get the tickets for the cars and I go outside. The man who runs the valet is really nice, I have hung out with him before waiting for my car at this particular hall. He drives a Saab, and he lets me give him a running commentary about people and their cars.
Our car comes, Husband #1 comes outside, we get in the car and drive away home. Two minutes later, my phone rings and we realize we left our friend at the hall. Who had asked us for a ride less than 30 minutes earlier.
Oy vey, we are both losing it at the same time.
Though, we figured out, it was really Husband #1’s fault because I was waiting for the car and he had spoken to her last about how he was just going to get the car and she should come outside.
Fortunately, we were only three minutes away from the hall, so we did a quick illegal u-turn, which hopefully did not get photographed and we will not get a ticket in the mail, and we rushed back to pick up our friend who was waiting outside in the cold for the morons who forgot her.
She got in the car and we all had a good laugh about how we are getting old and forgetful. And then she told me I could write about it.
And so there you go. Two stories, one column. I hope you enjoyed.
Banji Ganchrow of Teaneck had a wonderful Shabbos with Strudel and her sisters. Thank you Hashem. And, again, thank you to Machatunim #1 for letting us stay in their beautiful home, without them being there, which was a tad messier when we left than when we arrived.
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