Tzuris

What is Tzuris?

Who gets to decide? Should it be like a pain measurement from 1 to 10?

Is there a gauge? A Tzurisometer?

Does anything troublesome count as “tzuris?”

This past week I was invited to an impromptu dinner at a friend’s home in Queens. When I arrived, my friend, Molly, took my hands in hers and sadly said to me,”We have tzuris.” Whoa. I was nervous for the next sentence. She went on to explain that her daughter was on a plane for 8 hours at JFK with two of her kids and the plane never took off for Texas and they had to leave the airport. There are a lot more details to this horrible problem(sarcasm), but I’ll spare y’all.

My day was a lot worse. I didn’t spill. I’m getting so bad at keeping a straight face when I hear about peoples’ TZURIS when the tzuris just sounds like annoyances. Some people even catch me rolling my eyes. Doesn’t their tzuris count? Where is my empathy? What happened to me? I’m just tired. I’ll try to get better. Or not.