Our first-grader niece Isabelle asked Santa for a Snuggie (without irony) and a dreidel. We’d already gotten her a gift, but I’m hoping to spread the traditional Christmas latkes to the Malavette clan, so Stick went out searching for a dreidel.
He tried a few places before looking at the local K-Mart. Because, what could be more Jewish than a North Carolina K-Mart? Somehow I don’t expect this shopping trip to work out well for Stick. “Do you carry dreidels?” he asked an employee, after searching for a while.
“A four-sided top with Hebrew writing on it. Usually comes with gold-foil chocolate coins.”
“Dray-dell. I don’t think so.” she said, then called over to her co-worker. “Hey! We got dreidel?”
“Dreidel? She ain’t working today,” was the definitive reply.