Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Today, after Mandy (my new roomie) got off work, I talked her into going on a walk around Golden Gate Park. As it happens, we are able to walk to the park from our apartment. We had already gone about 2 1/2 miles, wandering here and there and enjoying the absolute breathtaking scenery (I still have to pinch myself to remind me that this is my life), when we noticed a rose garden and decided to vear off the path. We noticed a teen approaching on the path ahead of us, but didn't realize he followed behind us into the garden. We were oblivious, enjoying the beauty of all the well-maintained roses in colors you wouldn't believe were imaginable, when the teen approached us. To be honest, he looked like an Amish boy, dressed as above (but picture an older version). Similar in appearance to those I'd seen when we had traveled through Amish Pennsylvania when I was a young girl. He timidly approached us and asked me, "Are you Jewish?". Confused, I told him I wasn't.....(Side note: Now I realize that I'm from the deep South and maybe I'm not as cultured as I would like to think I am, but I'm looking at myself in the mirror tonight and not one iota about me screams Jewish. But I digress.....) He then said, "Oh, okay, can you tell me what time it is?" Now that, my Amish Jewish friend, I can help you with.....Mandy gave him the information. He then thanked us and continued on his way.
As I sit here hours later, I'm still shaking my head and trying to figure out what happened there in that pretty little rose garden and all I can come up with is this.....that no matter what religion you practice, one will never be able to avoid those silly little awkward teenage years, when appropriate social norms and would-be simple conversations can prove to be very allusive little guys.......Lucky for me, they make interesting blog posts (or so I would like to think they do)......