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dg-in-centralpa
06-30-2005, 04:32 PM
Moishe had a wife named Gittel, who nagged him unmercifully. From morning until night (and sometimes later), for the 65 years they had been married, Gittel was always complaining about something. The only time he got any relief was when he was out buying and selling junk and scrap metal with his old mule. Consequently, he was out a lot.

One day, when Moishe was negotiating a deal with another junk dealer, Gittel brought him lunch. Moishe drove the mule into the
shade, sat down on a stump, and began to eat his lunch. Immediately after saying his brachos, Gittel began nagging him again.

Complain, nag, nag; it just went on and on. All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet -- caught Gittel smack in the back of the head, killing her dead on the spot.

At the funeral the next day, one of the Rabbis noticed something rather odd. When a woman mourner would approach Moishe, he would listen for a minute, then nod his head in agreement; but when a male mourner approached him, he would listen for a minute, then shake his head in disagreement. This was so consistent, the Rabbi decided to ask his old friend about it.

After the funeral, the Rabbi spoke to Moishe and asked him why he nodded his head and agreed with all the women, but always shook his head and disagreed with the men.

Moishe said, "Well, the women would come up and say something about what a tzaddekes my wife was, or how she was such a good cook, so I'd nod my head in agreement."

"And what about the men?" the Rabbi asked.

"They wanted to know if the mule was for sale."


DG