The Seventh Deadly Sin
Rarely does pride come after a flood, but the Reisman family frequently defies conventional wisdom.
"I think we have the more trash than anyone in the neighborhood!" my mom reported to me breathlessly yesterday when she described their clean up efforts.
In chimed my dad, "It covers the entire front lawn!"
See? Jewish white trash like us can be #1 at something in the upper-middle class neighborhoods in which we dwell.
I'm off to catch an express bus to the Creedmoor Psychiatric Center in Queens, which has an art gallery full of residents' work.
Labels: hilarity, irony, Jewishness, My parents' house





5 Comments:
I can hear creepy horror movie music, ala Stephen King, playing in the background when I look at that picture.
Hmmm.....
That made me laugh out loud as only a fellow white trash designee could.
'Cept I'm not Jewish. Just Plain Old. :-)
I feel sorry for the neighbors. Imagine having to compete with your parents for most trash! That's a downer for them.
That art gallery sounds fascinating!
I'm glad to know that just because you're Jewish, it doesn't exclude you from the fine fellowship of White Trash that I belong to. I am off to haul a tractor tire out in the front yard and plant petunias in it. Cheerio!
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