I just got back from having dinner with my friend Sid, who lives out here in LA. He and I have come up with a new way of marking the start of the Jewish New Year (impromptu-ly, on the drive back): you judge it from your first sighting of a transvestite prostitute.
The one we saw was hanging out, so to speak, at a bus stop. Sid said that he wasn’t sure the guy was a transvestite; the 5 o’clock shadow left me in no doubt. Also, you gotta look at the hips: that’s one area a transvestite can’t disguise. And as if on cue, as the light turned and we drove away, the prostitute parted his skirts just enough to leave no doubt.
Thus, I start my Jewish year. Looks like it’s gonna be interesting.
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