A Change of Place Is a
Change of Luck (?)
TOLD BY MORDECHAI HILLEL KROSHNITZ
TO AYELET OETTINGER
Once there was a Jew who never succeeded at anything. Whatever he did, it was always—as they say in Yiddish, mit der puter a rop—with the buttered side down (that's what happens when you drop your bread and butter on the ground). In short, bad luck. Whatever business he tried his hand at, he failed. Plain bad luck.
This Jew decided that he would run away from his bad luck. How? Simple. This was the time when everybody was immigrating to America. He would go too, even though he had no relatives there, no friends.
Somehow he reached America by boat. He debarked, left the port— and suddenly this fellow comes up and greets him:
"Hello there! Welcome to America." And he hugged him.
The man looked at him. "Who are you? I don't know you."
"What? You don't recognize me? But I've been your companion for your whole life!"
"But who are you?"
"I'm your bad luck. What did you think? That you could run away from me? I've come to meet you here in America, so we can always be together."