Sunday, November 4, 2012

My Stint As Rebbetzin

TRUE STORY [I have an eyewitness].

Today I was zoche to attend the wedding of Yitzchak Tzvi and Tova Rosenfeld. A wonderful-beautiful-simcha and a HUGE mazel to the chosson-kallah and families.

I was chatting with a fellow after the chuppah and I asked him what he does. He told me and then took a stab at what I do. Here is where it gets GREAT!

"Are you a Rebbetzin?"

"What?" I said, waiting for the punchline.

"Are you a Rebbetzin?"

"What", I said, not sure where this was going. I mean, my shaitel was not exactly befitting a Rebbetzin and my facial hair would make any Rov think twice before marrying me. Maybe he saw me talking to a couple of girls who approached me and he figured that no Rabbi would publicly talk to females so given my clear religious predilections I MUST be a Rebbetzin. I have been called many things, some complimentary and some very uncomplimentary [I have an urge to tell you what someone recently called me but I fear that this will get back to him because this blog seems to go everywhere - especially when I don't want it to..] but NEVER Rebbetzin.

Problem is, I had been honored with being a witness who signed the Kesuba. My new title would render the Kesuba invalid [women are kosher witnesses in matters of kashrus, niddah, testifying that a husband died and certain other areas of halacha but not to sign a Kesuba] and that would mess up the whole wedding. The band and the food were great but the Kesuba must be kosher. [By the way - in Hebrew I spell my name אהרמן. In Israel they often pronounce it Ah-hair-mon. Weird. The Rabbi who read the Kesuba pronounced it perfectly. Elchanan ben Reb Yitzchak Yonah Limishpachas Air-mon - Eid. I went up to him and complimented him for saying it right. He laughed and said that the mesader kiddushin had to tell him twice how to pronounce it. The mesader kiddushin only knew because he read my signature and asked me how to pronounce it. I am thinking of changing my last name to Ahhhhhhhhh. In Hebrew אהההההההההה].

"Are you a uhhhhh, a Rabbi?"

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! He meant Rabbi!!!!:-). Rabbi Ahhhhhhhh:):)!

Well, if he would follow the blog he would know to speak to my elevator man Paul.....