I always seem to be in the wrong place. My shul never has any of those over the top, guys smashed on 12 types of liquor types of kiddushim, I never get invited to the over the top simchos where the women dress as its a night club, I always seem to miss all the mingling of the genders at Walmart (or I’m shopping at the wrong one?) and I can never seem to end up in a bungalow colony where my friends wives are shmoozing all day with other men with their snoods half off, and the davenings are one big talkfest.
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