Tuesday, May 22, 2007
So this morning I'm on line at the heimishe store, and the non-Jewish cashier has a radio playing.
Out comes Marvin Gaye, singing about "healing" - for all us frummies standing there.
I don't know if anybody else recognized the song, or if they were even listening, or what. But I just stood there, ho hum, bagging my groceries.
A part of me was terribly embarrassed. But another part was terribly amused.