I’m waiting for the bus last Friday. I’m a people watcher, so I’m looking at this Jewish guy. A gusty wind blows and his yarmulke flies off. Now, his yarmulke doesn’t fly off and fall on to the floor. His yarmulke flies onto a moving van. As he yells, “my yarmulke, my yarmulke,” my bus approaches and my laughter ensues. I wonder if that Jewish guy got his yarmulke back.
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