Feelin’ Funny: Mordechai Schmutter

Welcome back to “How Should I Know?” – the column that most rabbis say you shouldn’t read for six hours after eating fleishigs.  Or milchigs.

I don’t know if this is the best time of the year to talk about this, but the anti-Semites are on to us.

I bet you’re anxious to learn the results of my blood-pressure test.

Calm down.

If there’s somewhere you want to visit, flying is safer than driving.  That’s what they tell you.  Yet when we get on a plane, they give a whole safety speech.  Which we don’t pay attention to, because flying is safer than driving.

Ever since my doctor diagnosed me with high blood pressure, he’s been telling me to remove stress from my life. 

I generally try to write about nice, relatable things, so what more relatable thing is there this week, the week after Tisha B’Av, than to write about a chasunah I recently went to that featured a mechanical bull?  It was set up right next to the tables on the men’s side.