Iconfronted the yetzer hara in the flesh yesterday. I prevailed in this round. Or at least I think I did but with the yetzer hara one really never knows for sure.
The battle began innocently enough with a visit to the only store in which I belong to a membership “club” to purchase a few small items. While there however I made the mistake of checking out whether the store’s best salesman — we’ll call him Asher — had any suits in charcoal to compensate for a mistake in pre-Pesach shopping when I thought I bought a charcoal suit which turned out to be an entirely different color in the light.
Soon thereafter I had to leave to conduct an interview nearby giving Asher more time than he needed to plot his next stratagem. When I returned two hours later he was ready and waiting for me.
No returning to the familiar racks this time. Asher ushered me into a previously unseen sanctum and let me rub my hands on the Australian wool of a custom-made Italian suit. All my requests for some idea of what price we were talking about were ignored.
