This joke can’t be new, but it’s new to me and hopefully to you, too:
In Jerusalem, a female journalist heard about a very old Jewish man who had been going to the kotel to pray twice a day, everyday, for a long, long time. So she went to check it out.
She used her investigative instincts and found the man, dressed in black with a tallis over his head, davening at the Wall. After he was done praying, she approached him for an interview.
“Sir, how long have you been coming to the Wall and praying?” asked the intrepid journalist.
“For about 60 years,” the old man said.
“60 years! That’s amazing! What do you pray for?”
“I pray for peace between the Christians, Jews and the Muslims. I pray for all the hatred to stop, and I pray for all our children to grow up in safety and friendship,” explained the man patiently as he folded his tallis.
“How do you feel, after doing this for 60 years?” pressed the reporter, tape recorder in hand.
“Like I’m talking to a f*ckn’ wall.”
See? Kinda funny, kinda sad. Hat tip to my hubby.
If you like, you can talk to the Wall here.
LMAO!! I’m going to use that one. Its sad but so true…