Today at synagogue in the family service, the rabbi noticed a child wearing gloves. “Are you a germaphobe?” he asks… the mother chimed in, “Trump’s a germaphobe.”
“Really?” asked the rabbi. To which she replied, “yes, a big germaphobe.”
Laughing to myself, or perhaps a little bit too loudly, the rabbi looks at me as if to say, “go on.”
“I mean, how could he be a germaphobe….after all, I thought he likes to go around grabbing things.”
The good thing is that the service ended quickly after that.