I was sitting at a Kiddush this past Shabbos when I felt a hand reaching over my right shoulder. The hand made its way to a plate of herring on the table in front of me, picked up a piece with a toothpick, and then, with herring juice dripping on my jacket, made its way behind me.
A minute later, a different hand, belonging to a different person, made its way over my other shoulder, lifting a piece of potato kugel with a spoon. A small piece of kugel fell down on to my lapel, but the kugel-taker didn’t seem the least bit perturbed, placing the kugel on a plate in his other hand while heading off to enjoy his delicacy.
Can I no longer attend a Kiddush without walking out feeling like my suit must immediately be sent to the cleaners?