It's a scene I've witnessed many times in my life. Only this time it took a painful twist.
I'm talking to a coworker, playing Jewish Geography. "Do you know Raizy Finkel? I think she lives right near you?"
I nod. "Sure I know her! And I also know her granddaughter, Suri-"
She cuts me off before I get to finish, to explain how I know said granddaughter. "Oy, Suri. Nebach she needs a shidduch already."
The end of my sentence dies in my throat. "-she was a classmate of mine in high school."
Ouch. Just ouch.
