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Hanukkah was approaching. Hannah’s grandson Jacob wanted to make it special, so he bought her a magnum of the best champagne and seven giant tins of Russian caviar. The next day, he called her.
“So Bubbie, did you like your Hanukkah gifts?” he asked.
“Mamala, to tell you the truth ... and I’m not complaining, believe me ... the ginger ale was rancid and the huckleberries tasted from herring!”