Presence

Last Friday afternoon, Peninah and I were in Century 21 in Manhattan doing a little shopping. If you're a single frum lass and want to scope out the bochrim with an eye for fashion, head on over to Century 21 on a Friday, the place was crawling with 'em.

One particular lad, a pretty normal looking yeshiva kid who thought he was a lot cooler than he actually is, provided us with a hearty laugh. As we entered the men's section, we saw this guy carrying a few white shirts and (wait for it) three very colorful pairs of silk boxer shorts. The dorms at his yeshiva must be quite a happy place, or else he's got some after-mishmar business to attend to. Either way, I nearly regurgitated my Kosher Delight.