I'm eating in a Jewish deli in Miami Beach with my 96 year old Russian Jewish grandfather. We’re seated at a banquette, and in the booth behind us some dude’s loudly boasting about his investments. “I got 3 million in General Electric, and 4 million in IBM...” My grandfather swivels his head, gets his attention, and breaks in with his thick Yiddish accent: “Excuse me. Sonny boy. Talk in thousands, there’s poor people here.”
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2 comments:
Beautiful, just beautiful. I once took a pal there. She just stared at the surroundings. Being Greek, she said, "wow a Jewish diner".
She wasn't wrong!
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