Two years ago I told one of my colleagues that a certain salesrep would probably not respond to her queries because it was Yom Kippur.
I forgot to tell her what Yom Kippur was.
She e-mailed him, wishing him a happy Yom Kippur.
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He accepted her holiday greeting with good grace. In the ecumenical spirit in which it was offered.
Ecumeny, y'all. Ecumeny.
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It's probably a Jerusalem artichoke. Topanimbur. Not ginger. But it looks like ginger. Very young ginger. It flummoxed me, and I feel th...
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We survived. In the afternoon it was difficult to stand and sit and stand and sit.
A lot of years....
ugh. It was a miserable YK, mostly because with a sick husband and a toddler, it was - well, just another day. Not even Shabbos-y. :(
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