A PROOFREADER AND A RABBI WALK INTO A BAR . . .

I’m paid to proofread depositions for court reporters in private practice. The woman who runs the agency I work for assigns depositions to proofreaders at random unless there’s one whom she knows to be suited to a particular set of circumstances. One of her reporters had transcribed the deposition of a rabbi. The testimony was a mixture of English, Hebrew, and Yiddish, and she asked me to drop what I was doing so that I could proofread this one. She wanted me to do it, of course, because I'm Jewish; at the same time, she didn't want to ask me to do it . . . because I'm Jewish! She probably said to her secretary, “Call Mollie for this one; she’s J-J-J-just right for it.”


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