"I had several shidduchim that were this close to happening and, boom, one party wants to follow the takanos plan, the other doesn’t, and it’s over"
“Chesky Sobel, I’m going to kill you.” I paced the hallway, clutching the cordless phone to my ear.
“Do I get a last wish?” Chesky asked.
“Very funny. Seriously, Chesky, you’re a shadchan, I’d expect you to be discreet. Who else did you tell that we’re not following the takanos plan? Is the whole world talking about us now?”
“Hey, no fair. I already got my scolding from Shlomo. You can’t punish me twice for the same crime.”
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