Monday, April 26, 2010


Each morning when I don my Tefillin, I notice that someone has been in my Tefillin bag. I know it wasn't any Goldilocks (I didn't find any blond hairs, and little girls do not put on Tefillin).
I could tell my Tefillin is worn before me, from the different style of wrapping up the Retzuois.
That, and the telltale head shape. (You thought I was going to say telltale heart, didn't you?)
I must always fix my Shel Rosh. The guy before me must have his head shaped like a lopsided egg, for the Bayis is waaaay off center. His head must bulge out between his right ear and his forehead.

So I've been on the lookout for my eggheaded culprit.