As I post this, my parents are both busily waltzing away at the Vienna Opera Ball. They head to Austria every few years to do so, with elaborate ball gowns and natty tails tuxedos in tow. Later this week, they’ll be at the Royal Ball in the Hofsburg Palace as well. Which, frankly, is pretty damn cool.
A young Jewish man excitedly tells his mother he’s fallen in love and going to get married. He says, “Just for fun, Ma, I’m going to bring over three women and you try and guess which one I’m going to marry.” The mother agrees.
The next day, he brings three beautiful women into the house and sits them down on the couch and they chat for a while. He then says, “Okay, Ma. Guess which one I’m going to marry.” She immediately replies, “The brunette in the middle.”
“That’s amazing, Ma. You’re right. How did you know?”
“I don’t like her.”