Rabbi Epstein ordered a box a rugelach from Isaac’s Bakery, which belonged to one of his congregants. That day he saw little Moishie, whose family ran Isaac’s.
“Am I going to see you later when I pick up my regulach, Moishie?” asked Rabbi Epstein.
“I’m so sorry Rabbi Epstein, I don’t think so,” said Moishie, looking very concerned. “There was an accident in the bakery and all of the baked good in the warehouse came crashing down. It’s like there’s a huge mountain of rugelach.”
“Oh don’t worry about it Moishie,” said Rabbi Epstein trying to make him feel better. “I’m sure someone will clean it up. You know, I’m going for lunch now, why don’t you join me. My treat.”
“Oh, I don’t think my father’s going to like that,” said Moishie.
“I know your father well Moishie. He won’t mind,” insisted Rabbi Epstein.
After a pizza lunch Rabbi Epstein said, “So Moishie aren’t you glad you came?”
“My father’s not going to like it,” replied Moishie.
“Why are you so convinced your father is going to object to me taking you to lunch?” asked Rabbi Epstein.
“Because he’s in the bakery – buried under that mountain of regulach!”
As Leah is visiting her late father’s grave in the Beth Israel Cemetery, she passes a woman who is sobbing and wailing at another grave. Leah can easily hear that the woman is saying, “Oh why, oh why did you die? Why did you have to die?”
After paying her respects to her father, Leah is leaving the cemetery when she passes the sobbing woman again. She is still wailing, “Why, oh why did you have to die?”
Leah feels pity for this woman and walks over to try to comfort her. “Pardon me, I hope you don’t mind me coming over, but I heard your cries of pain and anguish. I assume the deceased was a relative of yours?”
“No she’s not,” says the other woman, “in fact I never met her before.”
“Then why are you so sad?” asks Leah. “Who was she?”
“My husband’s first wife,” replies the woman
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Dave Shiffman was playing basketball in his driveway with some of his friends after school when suddenly he lost his contact lens. After a fruitless search, he went inside and told his mother the lens was nowhere to be found.
Undaunted, she went outside, and in a few minutes, she returned with the lens in her hand.
“How did you manage to find it, Mom?” Dave asked.
“We weren’t looking for the same thing,” Mrs. Shiffman replied. “You were looking for a small piece of plastic. I was looking for $150.”