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Tonight’s ushpiz was choni hameagel. Because it was raining.

We started eating even though it was cloudy. And then it started raining, so we went inside quick before it would rain hard on us.

But then we decided it never really rained hard enough in the sukkah. So we went back outside.

Then it started up again, and my whole family went inside. But I didn’t want to go in and out again.

So I said: “I’m not leaving until Rabi Yehoshua chases me out with his stick and wallet on his Yom kippur. So I stayed. And it never rained hard enough.

Or, as my brother who stayed with me said: If you had to eat here, would you make a ???? ?????? Yes, of course you would.

And then my father came back out. And then he went in again. But we stayed out. And then he came back out.

And then we said: you know why the shkotzim kick the sukka when they leave? It isn’t that annoying to leave; what’s annoying is to go in and out, and keep thinking you are going in, but then staying out, etc.

And then I drank beer. Homebrew, to be precise.