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The Most Annoying People You Miss in Synagogue
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The Most Annoying People You Miss in Synagogue

Getting back to normal will mean complaining about the guy who sings way too loud.

Andrew Silow-Carroll is Editor in Chief of The NY Jewish Week.

Above is an image of a "Kiddush," a custom once common in American synagogues consisting of several dishes from which guests serve themselves. (Sam Litvin/Flickr Commons)
Above is an image of a "Kiddush," a custom once common in American synagogues consisting of several dishes from which guests serve themselves. (Sam Litvin/Flickr Commons)

Synagogues like mine are stumbling back into what they hoped would be the post-COVID era, with a combination of services held indoors, outdoors, on Zoom and beamed telepathically directly into our heads using a technology developed by the Rothschilds. (I may be wrong about that last one.)

The New York Times reported that Central Synagogue in Manhattan had rented out Radio City Music Hall for a grand return to live High Holiday services, but cut back to 30 percent capacity in the face of the Delta variant.

There’s an intense debate about the decisions being made by rabbis, and what is lost and gained as we enter a second set of High Holidays with restrictions on who can and can’t sit in the pews. People lament the loss of spiritual energy, the power of communal song, the deep need for human contact.

I support any policy that puts our health and safety first, even if that means delaying our return to the kind of synagogue experience people are longing for. As Jeffrey Cahn, the executive director of the “eclectic” Romemu congregation told The Times, “The rabbi may not like me saying that, but he would probably agree with me at the end of the day: Protection of life is always more important than any other commandment or ritual in Judaism.”

But I do find myself missing something essential to synagogue life, but seldom talked about: The people who really annoy me, despite my best efforts to be spiritual and generous.

You know who I mean: The guy who keeps correcting the Torah reader, even though there is a gabbai who is assigned to the job. The person who insists on saying “Amen” a beat or two after everyone else. The show-offs who like to harmonize with every song. (That would be me.)

A few years ago I began a list of the people in synagogue I love to complain about, and added contributions from readers. Here’s a sample:

  • The person who namedrops during the prayer for the sick — you know, when the rabbi asks for congregants to call out the name of their ailing loved ones, and the guy who says “Henry Kissinger” to remind you that they once worked at the same consulting firm.
  • The synagogue officer who reads the list of upcoming events extending into 2023 — as if anyone is sitting in the pews entering appointments in his iPhone.
  • The guy in the pew who is entering appointments in his iPhone.
  • The sermonizer who never heard of the expression “to make a long story short.”
  • The sermonizer who says “in conclusion,” and then goes on for another 10 minutes.
  • The cantor who introduces a new “Adon Olam” melody based on the 12-tone scale.
  • The non-Jewish bar mitzvah guest who sits politely for the entire three-hour service, shaming you me fidgeting and checking my watch every 10 minutes.
  • At kiddush, the folks who pile food on their plates — and refuse to step away from the buffet table as they eat. (Remember buffet tables?)
  • The kids at kiddish who fill their plates with the best of everything — including the last chocolate-covered strawberry — then take one bite and leave the rest.
  • The flimsy paper plate that can’t hold even a marshmallow, let alone a slab of kugel. (Technically, this is not an annoying person, but it is still very, very annoying.)

In all seriousness, this is the kind of human comedy lost in all the talk about what COVID has done to our spiritual lives. Synagogue is never just about divine communion or reaching spiritual heights. It is about the hodgepodge of people who come together each week, to pray and study, yes, but also to eat, schmooze, laugh and kvetch. It’s about talking with someone you might not call a friend exactly but would miss if you didn’t see her in her usual seat. It’s about joking with and about your neighbors, pretty confident that everyone will get and appreciate the joke.

That’s my High Holiday prayer: That we’ll get back to normal and get right back to loving – and annoying – each other. That’s as good a definition of community as any.

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