Witness

I was witness to a great little interplay the other day.

I was waiting at the dry cleaners unnoticed almost like a fly on the wall while two older Sephardic women were carrying on a lively conversation.

One — I’ll call her Cheftzibah — starts talking about the water on her knees. The other — I’ll call her Alizah —is giving her remedies about sitting in steaming hot water for twenty minutes three times a day for two days straight.

She’s tried this she’s tried that.