I’ve been hearing rumors about when we are getting this long-anticipated gift from G-d – the Torah*. I don’t really know what all the fracas and hoo ha is all about. What is a Torah? Is it heavy? Can it aggravate my hernia? My doctor told me “no lifting heavy bricks or mortar; or, invest in tuba lessons (sigh)”. As a matter of fact, I am a bit curious why none of the 70 other nations agreed to receive the Torah; or, were very vague about getting back to Him, so as not to hurt His feelings. I understand it does not come with a receipt, and re-gifting is absolutely forbidden. The other nations claimed to be doing just fine with their pagan lifestyles, but we are not the kind of people to look a gift horse in the mouth (whatever that means. maybe it was a typo; maybe it was gift house?)
Getting back to the arrival of the Torah….Nobody here has a decent, accurate watch because they are all cheap knockoffs from the silk trade route. I am nervous because I have had to re-arrange my hectic schedule. I am a cooking instructor and author of a cookbook called GOOD TABLE MANNAS-100 RECIPES FOR THE WILDERNESS BOUND. Chef Iftar Hadjabee gave it five swords and a gold fez! It’s vegan, as well as in-law friendly, but not too friendly, as to the point where you must hang out the sign: “DO NOT MISTAKE HOSPITALITY FOR ENDURANCE.” The delivery service from Heaven is flawless; delivers and doesn’t even accept tips. There’s an extra portion for the Sabbath because, let’s face it, who wants to start lighting a fire on Saturday. Who can afford fire insurance, or a policy that will cover in the event of “Jewish lightning?” *
Getting back to the receiving of the Torah; what does one wear to such an awesome phenomenon?
I do know why there is confusion as to the actual date. First, to get a space that size, in June, for a group of 600,00 give or take, is almost undoable. But, I must backtrack a bit and tell you something you probably don’t know about the Pyramids.
They were built, not for private burial tombs for the Pharaohs, but to use for drive-in movies. Their smooth surfaces were better than standard projection screens, providing there was no eclipse, or prolonged plague of stampeding, carnivorous beasts. You can understand why that would be a bummer for business. They brought in a designer from Greece, Ari Isosceles, who cost a pretty bit of pillage. Yes, we Hebrews did the leg work, as well as other body parts; but, we were guaranteed movies with subtitles in Aramaic. It took longer than anticipated; after all, what does a Jew know about a hammer or tool shed? Is there ever a guy named Yitzhak on the cover of GOYIM* AND GADGETS TODAY?
I’m getting to the wardrobe query; please get off my back, already.
There was a slave named Fanny Kleinberg (nee Feinberg). She worked in the embalming department; “Feyge” was never one to waste a thing. She collected scraps of shroud linen. At night, she sewed the fabric together, until she had a piece the size of Cleveland. Cleveland seemed to be a fixed measurement, in the time of the Egyptian empire. The linen was very pliant and portable, and Fanny folded it up until it fit in her satchel, (which she once used to stuff a whole Viennese table, as a midnight snack) In her mind, it wasn’t stealing, the management expected it.
Anyway, Fanny went to the Deluxor Pyramid, took out the material and covered the entire triangle from head to foot. There was not a crease or wrinkle, as it was part polyester, so subtitles were easily understood. Even so, there was plenty of fabric left; it’s most important feature being flame-retardant. You don’t want to get sloppy with embalming fluid, that’s been sitting out, unrefrigerated.
But, when the invitations went out, the date of the receiving of the Torah seemed to be blurry. Because of this, Morty Landsberg, the printer, decided to take an early retirement and died. Did G-d want us to have faith that he would let us know, but only after the playoffs were finished?
Rabbi Chaim Gutbaum, a mystic among us, had this to say: “A few nights ago, Moshe found an annoying cyst on his right buttock. He did not want to alarm the entire encampment; nor did he want Miriam to nag him to death to see a specialist. The Pharaoh’s top comic, who chose to come with the Hebrews (they got his jokes), said it was nothing to worry about, just a humoroid. It didn’t make Moshe smile, but he asked Hashem if he could have a private day or two off, for himself. G-d knew about the cyst but chose not to embarrass him. He gave Moshe all the extra time he wanted, and even offered to get him an appointment with His personal physician. It turned out to be a mutant mosquito bite, this time, the size of Anatolia (another popular metaphor for footage), but that’s why there is doubt about the date.
So, Reenie, don’t worry…you’ll know when it’s time…. did you receive an invitation to the exact birthdates of any of your twenty-two children?
See you at Mt. Sinai. Save a spot for me in the shade, I burn easily.
*Torah: Dos and Don’ts for the lifestyles of the dreamers and earthbound shmerels (defined as a ne’er do well, who inadvertently leaves an omission on his income tax and becomes the jailed roommate with someone named “Butch”).
*Jewish lightning: When a tampered act of nature and a failing business intertwine destinies. Marshmallows are optional.
*Goyim: There are two kinds of people in this world: a. Jews; b. those that hate them (see Goyim).