Four for Four

I had to buy four text books for my Fall Graduate School Class: New Perspectives on the History of the American West. I purchased all four used. At first it seemed that one would be a new book, hence more expensive. But after pleading with the sales clerk to check once more, indeed a used edition was found.

For a cheap Jew like myself, this seemed the greatest of mazel. In my euphoria, I walked twenty blocks in the rain. I just didn’t notice it was raining until it stopped.

Saving money makes me high. It is better than alcohol and drugs, as there is no hangover.

A tip for all like myself, as I am in a generous mood, and wish to spread the wealth, particularly as the Fall shopping season approaches.

Do not shop for sales items at chains on the Upper West Side. Yid after yid has combed these sales racks dry.

Go to where the fashion kings queens live. Go to Chelsea. The fagelahs are not as concerned with thrift the same way we are. They have disposable income, and worry more about looks and the most current fashions. Do they have dates who demand sushi on a daily basis? No. Their dates don’t eat fish.

So there you go. Who says there is nothing to be gained by reading The Kvetcher? Next time you see a Modern Orthodox fellow pulling his hair out at the Banana Republic searching for an elusive find, but scoring only the most chalushes of garments, laugh out loud. You know better. You read The Kvetcher.