Born to Kvetch

I was given a book by lawyer-ette and her adorable husband head-ette about how Kvetching is an integral part of the Yiddish language and thus Jewish culture. The first page tells a story, it goes something like this…

An older man is sitting on a busy commuter train opposite a guy in his mid-forties who’s trying to read the paper. The old man pretty loudly states, “Boy am I thirsty.” And he does it again, several times, a bit louder. “Boy am I thirsty.” “I sure am thirsty.” The guy with the paper is clearly annoyed but he gets up and goes to a water spout at the end of the train car, he fills one cup full of water and starts to head back, he thinks again and goes to fill a second cup. Then he walks carefully along the aisle trying not to spill the water and stands in front of the old man and offers him the cup. The old man smiles and accepts and downs the water in two gulps, before he can speak again, the guy hands him the second cup and he gladly drinks that too. Feeling put out, but satisfied that he can now go enjoy his paper in peace, the guy takes his seat and resumes reading. Then he hears, “Boy was I thirsty.”

Hee hee, funny right. That’s a Jew for you. We don’t complain out of bodily necessity, we do it because it’s who we are and we can. And because you guys think it’s funny – and if you don’t think that’s true then just try to explain Larry David. Nuff said.

Point of this post you ask?

It’s tri-fold:

1. I haven’t posted in a while and had to come up with something.

2. It helps explain this site's existence and how 2 and I tick.

3. Prove to friends that I actually am reading b-day gift – well first page at least.