Undercover Jew

Last night I went to see Inglorious Basterds disguised as a sympathetic Christian. I know... I know what you're thinking. 'Judith, seriously? You live in Jew city.'
Okay, okay but:

1. ...you can never be sure.
2. Jew city? Not entirely, there are..."others"

Honestly, I agree with you, friend. It's not particularly dangerous here for a Jew to go see a Jew-movie. And you know what... that's not really the reason I went undercover. It's just that... don't you think it's a bit "cliché" for a bunch of Jews to be running to see a holocaust movie? I bet even Hitler would think it were cliché. I just want to be different, you know? And I think it's easier for me, because I don't have a big nose, and I have some blonde streaks in my hair.... as long as I don't talk, no one would have any idea. And for the most part I think it worked. Although... I might have given it away when, in the middle of the movie I stood up and screamed "Oh my god I'm so proud to be Jewish."
But I had this great cross on. The one that all the Christians buy. That pretty, beaded one from the jewelry section at T.J. Maxx. Funny story, I actually had to have my non-Jewish friend buy it for me. When I went in there to admire the Christian jewelry and look cool, some woman ran across the room, grabbed all the cross necklaces and said that they'd been pre-purchased. I didn't think anything of it until I arrived to the dressing room, only to find her kneeling down in one of the stalls, crying, wearing all the necklaces and whispering hail mary to the ceiling. When our eyes met I screamed ( actually I think we both screamed) and I ran.


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Judith