Remind me some time to regale you with a fabulous story my Mum told over Friday night dinner about a postal broiges* (it's too late to find a Yiddish dictionary - argument. As in, Eskimos might have 127 words for snow, but Jews have 613 words for a dispute). And how my Mum turned into a postal broiges mediator. I kid you not.
* pronounced thus: BROY-guss (at least, it is in my family). Now you know.
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