kapusta
You may call me BY I give you the a o.k. so every body I’ve gotten a new identity I am now either BY2, BY,BasYisroel, or BasYisroel2
My friend told me a very cute story-I have the story fowarded from her:
There was a girl from Boro Park, and she came to monsey for the day. She was driving around, taking care of whatever she had to take care of in monsey. Then, suddenly-
CRASH-
She found the front of her car firmly embedded in the back of the car in front of hers. While her immediate instinct was to panic, she remembered her manners, and like a true bas yisroel who is on the market, she calmly stepped out of her car and blushed at the yeshivah bochur who stepped out of the other car. Spotting a potential problem, the boy, who was from monsey, called his parents down to the scene to mediate.
While taking care of the various details involved in a car accident, the parents noticed her aidelkeit and fine middos. And so, in addition to getting her name, number, and insurance information, they asked for some references.
The end of the story is rather obvious….they boy’s parents had a shadchan redt the shidduch. They went out. They got engaged. They got married. Now they are living happily ever after with ten kids. Well, only two, but you get it…
So here is my new shidduch battle plan. Literally, battle. I’m going to find out which boys I am interested in dating and what kind of cars they drive. I will then follow them around, looking for opportunities to smash into their cars without making it obvious.
As long as I can keep my cool, maintain my good middos, they will surely ask me for more than just my insurance information.
Unbelievable? Believe it! _LOL!-That story is hilarious!