A few weeks ago I was delivering a sermon in a synagogue. In the middle of my sermon, I noticed someone get up and walk out. Of course, I was pretty hurt, but I managed to contain my feelings and concluded the sermon. At the end of the service, I went over to the fellow and asked him why he'd left.
"Oh," he said, "nothing personal, Rabbi. I went to get a haircut."
Of course, I was relieved. But then it occurred to me to ask him, "But why didn't you get the haircut before my sermon?"
"Rabbi, I didn't need one then!"
