Speechless
So I was at synagogue for Rosh HaShanah services when I bumped into the family of someone who used to have some kind of crush on me, and who I went to a homecoming dance with. I don't see him much now since he's in school in another state, but our families have remained fairly friendly. Anyway, my dad ended up giving/renting/selling my car to their younger son who is in high school still.
I had known this coming into the synagogue. What I didn't know was that my dad didn't bother to empty the car completely of the various things that had been left there somewhere along the way. I walked out of the synagogue with the knowledge that there was in fact a pair of underpants (presumably mine, and hopefully not blood-stained!) found in the glove compartment. My family, of course, found it hilarious.
I had known this coming into the synagogue. What I didn't know was that my dad didn't bother to empty the car completely of the various things that had been left there somewhere along the way. I walked out of the synagogue with the knowledge that there was in fact a pair of underpants (presumably mine, and hopefully not blood-stained!) found in the glove compartment. My family, of course, found it hilarious.