While the snow piled up on the waterslides outside, we were snug in our hotel room after a long day of touring on this, the third night of Chanukah. But when we gathered around the travel menorah, we realized that we only had two matches left. If you’re Jewish, you know that means we wouldn’t be able to light the menorah for the next few nights. And you knew that because Jews are good with numbers.
But just when it looked like all was lost, a miracle occurred. The miracle of butane.
Apparently, the previous renter of our Altima had forgotten their lighter under the driver seat. This modern day miracle was just as impressive as the one that started it all so long ago. After all, wether it's olive oil or lighter fluid, the price of fuel is a lot higher now than it was back then. Plus matches aren't as easy to come by as you think. Many restaurant foyers only have toothpicks and mints.
6 comments:
Aaron, your menorah looks lovely, except I'm pretty sure you lit it backwards :p
no, I just didn't "flip" the photo. I'll try to do it now.
oops, sorry. happy chanukah!
Thanks! Which Jessica are you?
haha it's jwein ;)
I suspected as much. Thanks for reading!
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