Then I had one of my ideas. All my ideas are good, but this was especially good. It was an idea that would solve my two problems in one shot
“O
oof!” I burst out. “I can’t stand it! It’s too hot to even think!”
I had forgotten, in my suffering, that we were in the kitah in the middle of a Gemara shiur. Rav Rachamim paused in his explanation of the sugya and gave me a hard stare.
“I’m sorry, Yosef Chaim,” he said in that dangerously polite voice that we all dread. “I didn’t quite catch what you said. Did you have something to add to my explanation of the sugya?”
“Umm, no, kavod Harav, sorry. But I just can’t concentrate — the air conditioner in here barely works and we’re dying of heat!”
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