There's a lady in our kehilla who uses a bedroom to
sell paperware. Whenever I go, I 'announce' myself on the
intercom, then go straight upstairs, serve myself, and then
call Mrs. X. to settle the bill. This saves her much precious
time.
On one such a shopping trip to Mrs. X I encountered Rebbetzin
Y by the stairs, talking to another woman. I excused myself
and they stepped aside. As usual, I called out my name on the
intercom and started to walk upstairs. Rebbetzin Y asked if
she could help me.
"No, thank you. I'm fine. I'll give you a shout when I'm
ready."
"Very good, but are you sure you're alright?"
"Oh, yes. Boruch Hashem, I'm fine. I hope you and
yours are the same."
"Yes, Boruch Hashem, everyone is well. Would you
excuse me please, as I am busy in the kitchen."
"Of course."
I wondered what Rebbetzin Y was doing in the kitchen, but it
wasn't my business to ask. I hoped it wasn't because Mrs. X
was ill. I continued upstairs and as I turned on to the
landing, I thought, "Hmmm, that's queer. There are bunk beds
now in the shop. She must have changed rooms....."
I called downstairs, "Which bedroom, please?"
"Use whichever one you want, and you are welcome to stay as
long as you want."
"No, I mean which room is the shop in."
"You must have the wrong house, then."
After you have had a good laugh at my expense, let's focus on
the Rebbetzin. Doesn't it say a lot for her? Who else would
offer such hospitality?
