3 am Tryst

There are better things to do in life then take pictures of strange bocherim. (If you think of any, make sure to let me know.)

Imagine the scene: 3 am, three girls sitting on a bench on Eastern Parkway, across the street from 770. Chilling, and chatting, and hanging out. One girl pulls out her camera to take some good shots of the Parkway of Eastern, at this late hour.

Meanwhile, sitting on the next bench over is a yeshiva bocher, a young man, we will call him Mendel. He is not so surreptitiously staring at the 3 girls the whole time. Suddenly, he sees the picture taking, and finding a good opportunity,  makes his way over to their bench to inquire as to the nature of this.

He asks why they are snapping pictures of him. They tell him politely that they were not, they merely wanted to capture the beauty of the street. He doesn't believe them, and calls them a not so nice name that starts with a 'b'.

One of the girls on the bench, we will call her Altie, said very nicely to this young man, 'that is not a nice word to say to girls, especially coming from a yeshiva bocher such as yourself.' Says the bocher, 'I'm not in yeshiva.' Says Altie, 'nevertheless, you are wearing a black hat.' As if that concludes the argument.

The bocher Mendel (perhaps that wasn't his name) stalks away, after saying the 'b' word one more time. And thus ends the story.

Until the 3 girls noticed him sitting on another bench not so far away, watching them. Oh well. Some people never give up.

Oh and, contrary to what her friends suggested, Altie did not snap pictures of this man, as he had accused them, because she thought that practice rude and immature.

If you are reading this, Mendel, all I have to say is, didn't yo mama teach you better??