So, y'all know the story of the time the bread landed buttered side up?
Happened in a small town in the Russain Pale, and the good housewife was appaled. So she ran to the rabbi for an explanation.
The rabbi peered at the sky, pulled on his beard, and said it was beyond him. But there was a Tamudic scholar in the next town who would probably know.
So, the goodwife and the rabbi traveled to the next town, and told the scholar what had happened. He too merely stared off into the distance, stroked his beard a time or three, and said hie could explain it. But there was the greatest scholar of all living one town over. Maybe he could explain it.
So the goodwife, and the rabbi, and the talmudic scholar traveled to the next town to confer with this greatest of all scholars. He told them to come back in a week and he would have the answer.
A week goes by. the goodwife, and the rabbi, and the talmudic shcolar arrive back at the door of this greatest of all scholars. He invites them in, pours tea, and tells them he has studied the matter at great length, consulted to Talmud, the Gemorah, and even the Book of Caballah. But, at last he had found the answer.
Turning to the goodwife, he said,
"It is obvious, my dear, that you buttered the wrong side!"
Which brings us back to my first resonse. :smiles:
