Rabbi Yoseph Kahanov Shliach to Jacksonville, FL
Chatzkel the tailor wanders into a small flophouse late one cold and stormy night. “Quite full,” says the innkeeper. “Let’s see . . . we’ve got a Cossack in one of the rooms up on the top floor. You can climb into the bed beside him.”
Thankfully accepting the offer, the wanderer climbs the stairs to the upper floor, but not before asking the innkeeper to wake him well before dawn. “Got a train to catch,” he says importantly.
Before he knows it, there’s a hand shaking him awake. “It’s well before dawn,” says a voice; “your train.”
He dresses hurriedly in the dark and rushes to the train station. On the way he passes a large mirror in an ornate frame. A Cossack in uniform looks back at him. “That idiot innkeeper!” he exclaims in dismay. “He woke up the Cossack instead of Chatzkel the tailor. I’ll never make it back in time to wake myself up and catch my train!”