JEW OR NOT A JEW?

Odds are actuaries have interesting jobs. What could be better than figuring the odds on everything.

For instance, what are the odds I’ll rent a store to somebody more substantial than a tattoo parlor if I hold out?  What are the odds I’ll get the gig if I reduce the size of the band?  (I rarely do that.  The guys who get “reduced” don’t like it.)

We’ve turned down a lot of gigs.  Takes guts.  Musicians like to play.  But you have to say no to low-paying gigs.  Sometimes the client will counter with “it’s good exposure.”  You’re supposed to respond with the old saw: “Many musicians have died from exposure.”

I’ve had stores empty for three years.

I had a barber who wanted to put photos of “fades” in her window.  No, it was more than fades.  Tonsorial art — artistic designs cut into hair.

I let her in.  She was a Puerto Rican Lesbian cage fighter.  She had a couple tattoos on her face, like Mike Tyson.  She said she was part Jewish.  Maybe she was looking for lower rent.

The odds are you’re not Jewish if you say, “I have some Jew in me.”
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Where are they now . . . The cage fighter, Roman, still rents from me.  She’s solid — pays on time and has a great business.  She was my building manager for a while but had to quit because she had no place for her dogs.

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Chag sameach
Tomorrow:
INTONATION OPTIONAL . . . What’s tuning?

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