She thought it was cute. I thought it was hysterical.
I was talking to a heimish/chassidish neighbor on Shabbos. I don’t recall how we got to the topic or what the topic even was, but she was reminded of a cute story that happened when she was first married.
In the beginning, her husband liked to go out at night, to Wal-Mart, for a walk, anything, he just liked to be out. She would go along with him some nights and other nights make excuses, like she had laundry, or something around the house that had to be done. He cottoned on, and realized, that she didn’t really like going out at night.
He turns to her soon after and says,
“You know, when we got information about you, everyone said you were a very out-going girl.”
My neighbor looked at her husband in surprise and protest, “I am!” she insisted (and she is).
Her husband was perplexed, “So why don’t you like going out at night?”
My neighbor, thought the misunderstood idiom by her Williamsburg raised husband was the cutest ever. I just thought it was hysterical in a laugh at you – not with you way.
It took every ounce of self control to not dissolve into howling laughter.