It’s the second day of chol hamoed and I get to class early. There’s just me an one Caribbean girl there.
“I was in Target yesterday and it was just full of religious Jews. Was it some kind of shopping holiday?”
The honest answer would be, “Um, no, actually, the opposite,” but I didn’t want to have to explain that the Jewish woman will do many things because the rabbis recommend it – fast half-a-dozen times a year; glug down four cups of wine on Pesach; and even swing a chicken over their heads – but it takes God himself in all his textual glory to keep them from shopping for a week straight. So I explained that it was a sort of half-holiday and they were off from work and taking the opportunity to shop.
“And there was this one girl there in a skirt that was crazy long! Most of the women were like you – long like ankle length skirts or knee-length ones with stockings [Frumgirl4’s note: jeepers! they notice everything!] but this girl’s skirt was so long it was dragging on the floor for inches. It almost got caught in the escalator!”
My first thought was a little girl in hand-me-downs. But what mother would venture forth on chol hamoed with a poorly dressed child?
“How old was she?”
“About 13, maybe 14.”
Ah, mystery solved. “She thinks she looks cool.”
Blank look from my partner.
“Really. She thinks she looks cool like that. Just trust me.”