The story had all the elements of an edge-of-the-seat thriller. A dark tale of deception played out at the local hairdressers.
But just as the narrative climbed to a crescendo, the part where … well…I would tell you what happened, but I never got the chance to hear it myself.
Though it was obvious that my friend and I were engrossed in deep discussion, some hapless intruder with chopped herring breath blundered into our conversation, without so much as an “excuse me”.
Welcome to the world of kiddush etiquette. A place where it’s absolutely guaranteed that people will charge, uninvited into your conversation.
