Moishe ran a text book store on campus called Moishe’s Texts that was famous for doling out a little advice along with the semester’s new course materials.
One morning a student named Catherine entered the store, asking for the text book for her finance class in business school. Moishe pulled it off the shelf and gave it to her.
“How much do I owe you?” asked Catherine.
“One hundred and ninety five dollars,” replied Moishe.
“One hundred and ninety five dollars?!” Catherine exclaimed. “That’s insane! Can I at least make some of that back at the end of the semester if I sell the book back to you?”
“Sure,” said Moishe. “You get forty five dollars of you sell it back.”
Catherine sighed and gave Moishe her credit card.
“I didn’t take any fancy business school courses or anything, but if you ask me, someone who buys a text book for $195 and sells it back for $45 should automatically fails a course called ‘Finance’”.
An Aleph Bet Bet
Bubbie Bayla was taking care of the kids for the weekend and she walked by her little granddaughter Rivkah’s room one morning to find her standing in the corner, reciting the Hebrew alphabet.
“Aleph, bet, gimmel, dalet…” said Rivkah
"What are you doing?" Bubbie asked.
"My teacher said that we’re supposed to daven every day,” said Rivkah. “But I can’t remember any of the prayers. So I'm just saying all the letters of the aleph-bet, and Hashem can put them together however he thinks best."
Face to Face
Little Shloimie was sitting on his Zadie’s lap as Zadie read him a bedtime story. From time to time, Shloimie would take his eyes off the book and reach up to touch Zadie’s white beard, and his wrinkled cheek. Shloimie would alternately stroke his own cheek. Finally Shloimie spoke up, "Zadie, did Hashem make you?"
"Yes, Shloimie," he answered. "Hashem made me a long time ago."
"Oh," he paused. "Zadie, did Hashem make me too?"
"Yes, indeed," he said. "Hashem made you just a little while ago."
Feeling their respective faces again, Shoilmie observed, "Hashem’s getting better at it, isn't he?"