Yesterday evening I studied over at a friend's house. I forgot to remove my keppel when I left. I was not reminded that I had it on till I reached the bar for a nightcap.
[I was already raising the Scotch to my lips when a fellow bar-patron noticed it.]
Let's just say that I was even more carefull not to make a fool of myself in public than normal. Please try to imagine what a monumental internal struggle that is.
THEIR NATURAL HABITAT
There are more dogs in this neighborhood than children. One very rarely sees people walking their children outside when one is, hypothetical...
9 comments:
why did the fellow bar patron assume the kippah didn't belong on your head permanently?
Because I do not wear a keppel outside of certain contexts.
The contexts are, dealing with certain texts and studying relevant literature, or being present at certain events.
Why do I not otherwise wear a keppel?
Simple - my behaviour might not always reflect well on the kippah-wearing olam.
what I meant is that the guy at the bar knew you then? Otherwise why would he assume that you don't always wear one?
Yes, he knew me. I seldom drink far from the apartment, and hardly ever in a strange place.
I beg to differ with you; you drink in very strange places, indeed.
eh, what's a little chillul hashem between friends? ;)
If you have decided to continue wearing your kipah in public, perhaps in addition to studying text, you might also want to study Krav Maga!
Kol tuv;
R
I'm waiting for someone to publish a tiefe lomdishe sefer of commentary on Mesechte Krav Maga first.
I'll settle for a cannister of pepperspray.
I also experience same as your story. But I dont care what they say just be at is. So what if your wearing kippah in a place like this.Dont mind them.
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