I silently thanked the Jews somewhere in Lakewood who were treating their garbage man kindly
One of the best ways to get a feel for a new area is by just driving through it, seeing what type of people live there, finding out where the stores are, checking out the parks.
One day, I was driving slowly through an area that was becoming frum, and I passed a run-down house. The lawn was littered with stuff, there was a pickup truck in the driveway, and a hulking guy, covered in tattoos, walked out of the house — and headed straight to me.
“You Jewish people!” he said, and my heart sank. This wasn’t feeling very safe.
“Yes?” I said, my foot hovering over the gas pedal.
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