As I made it to the front of the security line, the TSA agent checked my ID and boarding pass, stamped it, and without looking at me, gestured that I should move along.
"Merry Christmas," she said as I passed.
Without thinking, I replied, "Gut Shabbes to you too."
(I was grumpy. It was my second pass through the security line, due to an Xray machine malfunction.)
I was a few steps away when I heard her voice again.
"Shabbat Shalom," she called softly.
I didn't stop, or turn around, but I did smile. It's not bad to be a Jew in an airport on Christmas.
1 comment:
Aww! Win.
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