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Goldie
Cohen Goes to India
Goldie
Cohen, an elderly Jewish lady from New York, goes to her travel agent.
"I vont to go to India."
"Mrs. Cohen, why India? It's filthy, much hotter than New York
and it's full of poor, dirty people."
"I vont to go to India."
"But it's a long journey and those trains ... how will you
manage? What will you eat? The food is too hot and spicy for you. You
can't drink the water. You must not eat fresh fruit and vegetables.
You'll get sick: the plague, hepatitis, cholera, typhoid, malaria, God
only knows. What will you do? Can you imagine the hospital ... no
Jewish doctors? Why torture yourself?"
"I vont to go to India."
The necessary arrangements are made, and off she goes. She arrives in
India and undeterred by the noise, smell and crowds, makes her way to
an ashram. There she joins the seemingly never-ending line of people
waiting for an audience with the guru. An aide tells her that it will
take at least three days of standing in line to see the guru.
"Dotz OK."
Eventually she reaches the hallowed portals. There she is told firmly
that due to the long lines she can only say SIX words to the guru.
"Fine."
She is ushered into the inner sanctum where the wise guru is seated,
ready to bestow spiritual blessings upon his eager initiates. Just
before she reaches the holy of holiest she is once again reminded:
"Remember, just SIX words."
Unlike the other devotees, she does not prostrate at his feet. She
stands directly in front of him,
crosses her arms over her chest, fixes he gaze on his, and says:
"Sheldon, It's your mother. Come home!"
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