The year is 2012 and the United States of America has
recently elected the first woman as well as the first
Jewish president, Susan Goldfarb.
She calls up her mother a few weeks after election day
and says, "So, Mom, I assume you will be coming to my
inauguration?"
"I don't think so. It's a ten-hour drive, your father
isn't as young as he used to be, and my gout is acting
up again."
"Don't worry about it, Mom, I'll send Air Force One to
pick you up and take you home. And a limousine will
pick you up at your door."
"I don't know. Everybody will be so fancy-schmantzy,
what on earth would I wear?"
"Oh, Mom," replies Susan, "I'll make sure you have a
wonderful gown custom-made by the best designer in
New York."
"Honey," Mom complains, "you know I can't eat those
rich foods you and your friends like to eat."
The President-to-be responds, "Don't worry, Mom. The
entire affair is going to be handled by the best
caterer in New York, kosher all the way. Mom, I
really want you to come."
So Mom reluctantly agrees, and on January 21, 2013,
Susan Goldfarb is being sworn in as President of the
United States of America. In the front row sits the
new president's mother, who leans over to a senator
sitting next to her. "You see that woman over there
becoming President of the United States?"
The Senator whispers back, "Yes I do."
Says Mom proudly, "Her brother's a doctor." |
