Miriam, an old, Jewish grandmother was giving directions to her Jewish Son who was coming to visit with his wife. It was the first time he had visited her since she had moved to her new apartment.

“You come to the front door of the condominium complex. I am in apartment 2B,” Miriam says. “There is a big panel at the door. With your elbow push button 2B. I will buzz you in. Come inside, the elevator is on the right. Get in, and with your elbow hit 2. When you get out I am on the left. With your elbow, hit my doorbell.”

“Mother, that sounds easy,” replies the grandson, “but why am I hitting all these buttons with my elbow?”

Miriam gasps, “You’re coming to visit me empty handed?”