The Jew I met in Borough Park
It was just my second day on my new job when I met him. He walked into the office, a jovial Chossid, and I could tell immediately he was that guy — the office joker. He seemed happy to meet me, the new guy, perhaps so he could recycle jokes.
After a few cracks about the dull office atmosphere, he asks, “When is the yohrtzeit?”
“Shabbos,” I respond, as my heart sinks. I know how this goes down: I, the lone Lubavitcher in a Borough Park office, gets to be the butt of jokes that denigrate and ridicule Chabad. It’s usually fine, I can handle a joke, but I am really not in the…