Standing in line at the bakery on Palmach this morning to get supplies for Shabbat, and I found myself almost falling asleep standing. When someone asked me why I was so tired, I explained that I had started, and finished, an entire novel last night, and went to sleep much later than I had intended.
All of a sudden, from somewhere in the bakery, I hear, "Well, I wouldn't want to be your husband!"
I turned around and asked this gentlemen to explain himself, and he said, "I like my women pretty like you, but much less intelligent."
( I give the man points for honesty.)
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