I was out of the shower when the text sang out. Totally mutar.
Perfect. Now I could claim shadchanus.
I went to the l’chaim, and I told the story to all who would listen. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to want to give me shadchanus.
I am seriously dismayed, disappointed, disillusioned, disenfranchised, and disprofited.
Not deterred. I’m going out to the dollar store. And I’m stocking up on black bowls and glass dishes.
Keep an ear out.