Plot Twist: He Wasn’t My Date

There I was, sitting on my perfectly white couch,
Knees bouncing against the air,
Makeup done and set,
Dressed in an elegant, colorful black,
Waiting.
And waiting.
And you guessed it… still waiting.

After what felt like at least a decade, I finally saw the glow of a car’s headlights.
“He’s finally here!”

As I stepped outside and took a deep breath, he got out of the car, and the wheels in my brain started turning—
He didn’t look exactly as I remembered. But then again, he had just spent two weeks abroad. Maybe the experience had changed him? Plus, he still looked to be about the height he was last time (two inches shorter than what his résumé claimed).

He approached, and I painted a smile on my face.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” I said back.

Then he did something completely unexpected.
He handed me an iPad.

I looked at the foreign object, then back at him, confusion etched across my face.
“Tzedakah?”

As it turned out, the guy—exhausted from his trip—had fallen asleep. The man who showed up at my door was just collecting money for an organization. How’s that for an interesting turn of events?

What I learned? That G-d has the best sense of humor and sometimes you just have to laugh