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Friday, April 15, 2005

 

The Hassid Touched Me!

I was at work on Thursday and I really needed a candy bar. So I went to the candy machine and the vendor, a hassid, was refilling the machine. Although he was talking on his cell in Yiddish, he turned to me and spoke in perfect English. He said I could give him the money and he would give me the candy bar. The candy was 75 cents. I gave him a dollar and said kit kat please. He handed me the kit kat and change. I put out my hand, expecting him to drop it into my hand so as not to touch me. This is what Jonathan always did. That is why I expected it. But this Hassid is very different than Jonathan. He handed me the candy and change in such a way that he had to touch my hand. I was so surprised! His hands were rough. Its not like I don't count, like when the hasids go to prostitutes and they figure it doesn't count because the girls aren't Jewish. I am clearly, in my manner of dress, an orthodox Jewish, married woman. What was he thinking?

And these are the times I miss Jonathan the most. The times when we could talk for hours about a run in with a hasid.

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