The Ultimate Non-Sequitur
So my sister who calls me all the time for medical advice (usually when I'm trying to cook, eat or clean up after dinner) called me for medical advice the other day. This time the topic was a ganglion cyst on her wrist that was becoming increasingly annoying. I gave her my standard spiel on ganglion cysts (reviewed the treatment options) and my standard spiel for her (go consult with a doctor in her own zip code.)
After the advice portion of the call was completed, she segued briefly into family stuff. Apparently, upon complaining to her father* "I have a ganglion cyst" his response was:
Is that good or bad for the Jews?WTF?
For what it's worth, the man just turned 80, has all his marbles and even knows what to do with them. He's sharper than many a tack, and yet somehow manages to pull this kind of stuff out of thin air from time to time.
I mean seriously; W.T.F?
*NB: she likes to point out that he's my father too, but when he comes out with stuff like this, I allow myself to wonder.
By the way, her answer was:
For me, it's bad; for all the other Jews, not so much.