Old Mr. Gluck had finally moved into the suburbs. On a trip to
New York, he met a friend who bombarded him with questions. "How
do you like it ? Living in the country, so far from everyone!"
"At first I had some problems," said Gluck,
"I thought I never would be able to stand it! Then I listened to
my neighbors and got a paramour. From then on, everything has been
fine!".
"A paramour! You ? Gluck, how could you do such a terrible thing? What
does your wife think ?"
"My wife?", frowned Gluck. "Why should she care how I mow the grass ?"
--
From: "The Joys of Yiddish" -- Leo Rosten
Washington Square Press, 1968
(From the "Rest" of RHF)