Back in the days, Pumpkins, the Joneses would throw a cocktail party and bingo-bango - we’ve all got our clothes off and the group is on. A travel agent told me last night she hangs around her church basement hoping to build one. Poor dahrling. Talk about desperate. (Calling out to god in the throes of ecstasy is an expression, sweetie.)
Another one said she rents a hall and invites neighbours to a seminar on Africa. I say, if National Geographic pictures are what it takes, dahrlings, so be it. Far be it for me to judge.
By the evening’s end she’d sold 12 people on an $11,000 safari. Each.
The misguided church groupie has already booked 4 groups of 20 to Israel.
Turns out the joke's on me, Pumpkins. Suburban housewives rock.
Hopefully they aren’t travelling anytime soon. Proud El Al should not be tarnishing its rock solid reputation by striking. It’s anti- um… anti-religious, that’s what. (I rather enjoy those security interrogations by those smolderingly handsome fellows.)
And holy-moly, don’t mess with LH unions. They went on strike for days even before an offer was on the table – just in case! Ouch. Talk about aggressive. Ooh, hurt me. Just a little. (Kidding!)
