Taken to Account

I f I look like a bank teller there’s a good reason for that. A bobbed sheitel a cream silk blouse tucked into a black or beige pencil skirt. In the winter I add a cashmere sweater or jacket. There are no fringes. No frills. No embroidery. Plain straight lines. Simple. Classic.

This reflects the person I am and the reason behind my journey from a sleek hairstyle to a bobbed sheitel. I did not turn to a Torah lifestyle because I’m a particularly spiritual person. My head is not in the clouds it’s firmly on my shoulders. I don’t look at other people and see souls whether lost or found. I see people navigating through the minutiae of life’s demands.

In short I am a bank teller.

In my job though I do more than simply disburse money and track account movements. I also deal with simple mortgages and loans. In doing so I become exposed to the chareidi community.

This is what I see: A couple comes in they could be in their early forties or late fifties. He wears a hat and black jacket often a long one down to his knees. She wears a wig: sometimes short sometimes a little longer.