Last week was a hectic one. Actually, all
weeks are pretty hectic, but this was an extra hectic one. One morning I
was running late to a bris and didn't even have time to put on my tie. I recalled that I had an extra one in the car somewhere so that was fine!
Well, I arrived at the grandmother's home in Moreland Hills, looked around for my spare tie, and realized that I didn't have one in the car after all. Although I know many people think that my tie was surgically implanted around my neck (a boy at JFX once asked me if I shower with it ;) it actually does come off of my neck. However, I did feel uncomfortable officiating at a bris without one.
No problem, grandmas usually come along with grandpas, so I figured I could probably borrow one of grandpa's 1960's paisleys. I walked into the house and quickly realized that there was no grandpa here. With no tie in sight I called the grandmother over to the side and said, "Strange question here: do you by any chance have any men's ties in your home?" She replied, "Actually, I work in the men's department at Dillard's and I have a whole bunch of samples. Pick anyone you'd like as my gift to you!"
See? God has my back (er, neck!). No need to tie myself up in knots over life's small inconveniences!
