“Shame on you! Shame on you! Shame on you! How could you post that? What were you thinking? Were you looking for attention? Well, you won’t get any from me.”
I usually spend lunch at shul sitting with my back to the crowd among the old men who don’t speak English.
Today as I set up in my usual perch, a new friend came over and invited me to join the mix, to sit with the other singles, a group of the under-50s…
So I sat in the middle of the mix gulping water and zoning out until I was invited into a conversation. Then I sat quietly trying to understand what was going on. My hearing’s not so good these days.
It wasn’t supposed to end up like this.
