Day 1.
Artie Kronowitz was a middle-aged Jewish writer who lived in a dreary apartment only minutes from the shul. Unfortunately, Artie hated that very fact, since the shul was a place he didn't attend hardly at all. One day, however, he saw a very beautiful woman standing on the corner of 8th and Sylvia Ave. Buttoning his cardigan, Artie hurried outside and hoped to catch a name.
If only she'd throw it.
After stopping twice to use his inhaler, Artie opened the door to see that she was disappearing inside the shul.
Oy, he thought, tomorrow for sure.