by Rabbi Yoseph Kahanov, Jax., FL
Unable to afford a first rate tailor, a young peasant employed the services of a substandard craftsman to sew him an outfit for his impending wedding. One glimpse at the dismal result brought tears to the young man’s eyes.
“How do you expect me to wear a coat with the right sleeve four inches shorter than the left,” cried the distraught groom.
“It’s not that big a deal,” replied the tailor. “Just pull-in your right arm a bit.”
“And what about the pants,” demanded the shaken groom. “The left leg is six inches longer than the right!”
“You’re being overly fussy,” retorted the poor-excuse-for-a-tailor. “All you need to do is bend your right knee slightly and it will be alright.” And so it went. Every problem with the bungled workmanship was corrected with another modification in the wearer’s posture.
At the wedding, the assembled gasped in shock as the sorry looking groom hobbled down the aisle; his figure contorted so as to fit the suit. “What a disfigured young man,” noted some of the guests. “Oy, Ah Rachmunis!” sighed others, “he’s Eppes a cripple.”