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Mark Atwood
Mark's Stories. The mistaken Jew.
About five or so years ago, I was at Logan airport in Boston, after visiting friends there, about to fly back home to Seattle. I was standing at one of the big windows at the pax terminal, just waiting and passing the time.

And I was dressed as I often am, in a long black duster that comes past my knees, and a broad-brimmed black hat. At the time, I was wearing my beard on my cheeks, instead of just the goatee I have right now.

Anyway, as I was standing and musing, a hand touched me on the shoulder, and someone asked me a question in Hebrew.

I turned around, and the person who had touched me blinked, backed up, and apologized. I was amused.

He was wearing the clothes and had the hairstyle of an orthodox Jew. From the rear, he had assumed that I was one as well.

Current Location: AlohaHaus, Seattle, WA

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papertygre From: papertygre Date: January 7th, 2007 07:27 pm (UTC) (Link)
Naive question. How could he tell you weren't an orthodox Jew as soon as you turned around?
fallenpegasus From: fallenpegasus Date: January 8th, 2007 12:08 am (UTC) (Link)
Probably because my sideburns had been trimmed.
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