Today at Wal-Mart, I was merrily chatting with the cashier, when I noticed the jewellery she was wearing. I excitedly commented, "Hey! I have one of those necklaces with my name in Hebrew, too!". I love monogrammed items, so had picked one up a few years ago at Folkfest. It consisted of three square wooden letter beads and round black beads between.

She suddenly fell silent and looked uncomfortable. Then, I noticed the rest of her jewellery, which included a Star of David pendant. I don't think she picked her jewellery up as a Folkfest novelty.

I immediately felt like a bit of an idiot, then thought, "Well ... how does she know I'm not Jewish myself?".

Oh, I don't know ... maybe a few not so subtle hints I was projecting, such as:

1. There are one, maybe two, synagogues in Saskatoon. Apparently, I haven't been to Temple in nearly 30 years.
2. I was wearing a 1" jeweled cross necklace.
3. I was wearing a t-shirt that says, "Take the Plunge! Make a Splash with Jesus! Redeemer VBS 2007".
4. Maybe the necklace doesn't say her name in Hebrew. I can't read Hebrew.

Oy ...