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Moishe had a wife named Gitel, who nagged him unmercifully.
From morning until night (and sometimes later), for the 65 years
they had been married, Gitel 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 away from home often.
One day, when Moishe was negotiating a deal with another junk
dealer, Gitel 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 broches (blessings), Gitel began
nagging him again. Complain, gripe, nag, nag; it just never stopped.
All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet and caught
Gitel 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 female mourner approached 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 him about it.
After the funeral, the Rabbi spoke to Moishe and asked his old
and dear friend why he nodded his head in agreement with all the
women, but always shook his head in disagreement with the men.
Moishe said, "Well, the women would come up and say something
about what a good person my wife was, or how she was such a good cook
or devoted wife, 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.
From morning until night (and sometimes later), for the 65 years
they had been married, Gitel 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 away from home often.
One day, when Moishe was negotiating a deal with another junk
dealer, Gitel 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 broches (blessings), Gitel began
nagging him again. Complain, gripe, nag, nag; it just never stopped.
All of a sudden, the old mule lashed out with both hind feet and caught
Gitel 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 female mourner approached 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 him about it.
After the funeral, the Rabbi spoke to Moishe and asked his old
and dear friend why he nodded his head in agreement with all the
women, but always shook his head in disagreement with the men.
Moishe said, "Well, the women would come up and say something
about what a good person my wife was, or how she was such a good cook
or devoted wife, 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.
