good question, a comedy show maybe…..
well, lizzy and i were at a local shop this afternoon, lizzy in the middle, between me and the counter. sitting, being a good girl.
as i attempt to order dinner, a jewish man walks in, i can tell by the look and expression on his face, something is just not right. or should i say kosher.
he tells me he is afraid, better yet terrified of the dog. i mention to him, it is a service dog and maybe redirect the being terrified at/to Hashem instead.
your right, he says to me. it is not a question of being right or wrong, the proper thing to do.
i mention to the rabbi, your making me laugh. he tells me he is not a rabbi, but an electrician.
okay, mr electrican, no problem, not stopping him to pass me…
good thing my ptsd did not kick in too strong…trying to count to 10 before reacting. slowly,
oy vay, what a day. Baruch Hashem/thank G-d
have a good night….