My bubbeh always used to ask the paper boy each Friday if he would call in on Shabbes morning to light her gas stove because she was frum. And she would always give him 50 cents to do this.

One Friday, he rang my bubbeh's door bell as usual and gave her the newspaper. But he then said to her, "I'm sorry, but I won't be able to come to light your gas stove tomorrow."

"Oy Vey, why not?" my bubbeh asked.

"Because it's my bar mtizvah," he replied.

_{bubbeh: grandmother
Shabbes: The Sabbath, which lasts from sundown on Friday to sunset on Saturday
frum: religious
bar mtizvah: Religious ceremony marking coming of age of a 13-year-old Jewish boy}