Sitting in shul davening Friday night, a friend leaned over to me and said, “I’m the only person in this room who likes you.”
I shot back: “You’ve been davening here for years and how many Shabbos meals invites have you had? One. So nobody likes you either, and you sponsor many programs. I sponsor nothing and I have a blog. So what’s your excuse?”
A few minutes later, I was able to locate somebody else in the room who was willing to testify, under duress, that he liked me too.
