But No Green Elephants (Part IX)
And so the seven days passed, with Zanvil enjoying his souped up mashed potatoes exactly every 27 minutes, with Devoirah and Ruchi alternating in the preparation of the remarkable remedy. All of them followed the instructions to a T except for one..., but they were too embarrassed to admit this to one another, each one thinking that he or she was the only one who had this meshiggas.... Sound familiar?.
Each day Zanvil waited to feel to marvelous mashed potato induced return of his youth and flexibility... but, alas- his fingers were still as rigid and inflexible as an IRS auditor... and his back was killing him!
"Zanvil!" screeched Devoirah, "Neee, when are you going to reopen your workshop... Ruchi's not getting any younger, and you know that winter is around the corner, and you promised me a new coat!"
"Devoirah, I have to tell you the truth", that was Zanvil, always the open straight-shooter, "I'm not feeling any better at all!"
"Oy! Di Lo Yitzlach Shlemazel Vus di bist! You can't even take medicine like a mentsch!"
"Devoirah, maybe it starts working on day 8?"
"Fat chance! If you can't start making shtreimels by tomorrow, I'm going to find that doctor, and I'm going to give him a piece of my mind!"
Hmmm... thought Zanvil, that might not be a bad idea... On the other hand, I don't know how many pieces of her mind she can afford to give away without becoming a vegetable... On the other hand, that might not be so bad after all.
But to tell the truth, Zalman was pretty depressed himself... to think that he had given away the remnants of his life's work for a cure that did't help! And what about Ruchi's shidduch?
And so, on day 8, at 9:25 in the morning, a furious Devoirah and her hen-pecked, harried humbled husband Zanvil made their way to the dapper doctor's lodgings.
"Good morning folks! How are you today?" greeted the doctor effusively.
"Morning, shmorning!" exclaimed Devoirah, "Ah sheine maase! Di Gannev vus di bist! Swindler!..." and as you all know should could have gone on, and on, and on...
"Excuse me Madame, I've never been..."
"Been, Shmin! Ah sheine meise! Our entire savings this humbug takes, to feed my husband mashed potatoes for a whole week, and Nada, Goornisht, Nothing, Zilch, No results whatsoever!!! Di ...."
Actually, thought Zanvil, the mashed potatoes were pretty good...
"Didn't work? Can't be. All of my preparations are tried and tested for guaranteed satisfaction- or your money back."
"Good, so give us the money di Gannev!"
"No problem, just tell me. Did you follow the directions scrupulously?"
"Ah sheine meise! Me- Devoirah you suspect that I didn't follow the instructions? Listen here you Yingatch and I'll tell you exactly what I did:
I took exactly two tablespoons of the powder, and cooked them up with an onion, a potato, and three cups of water for one hour. Then I stirred the mixture precisely every two minutes -no more and no less. After the mixture cooled, I added a teaspoon of salt, a pat of butter, and pepper to taste. Zanvil had exactly 1/4 of a cup of the mixture exactly every 27 minutes for the whole week, whether he wanted to or not (I wanted to! I wanted to! thought Zanvil, Achalti, Va'Oichal Oid!!!).
"Are you satisfied, di smarkatz voos di bist!!!"
"Wow, you are certainly a remarkable woman", said the dapper doctor.
"If you followed the instructions so carefully and the remedy didn't work", he continued with an evil glint in his eyes,
"You must have been thinking about green elephants, weren't you?"
For the first time since Zanvil could remember, Devoirah was left speechless...
TO BE CONTINUED...