So today I made my way over to the local Judaica store. As I passed through the doorway, I spotted the mezuzah and I swear that I came this close to genuflecting out of Catholic school habit. Thank goodness I came to my senses before my finger hit my forehead. When I walked in, this friendly man who works there said hello. He had long dark curly hair and wore a yarmulkah. He took one look at my Nordic features and I could tell he was thinking, "Who do you think you're fooling lady"?I quickly walked around and gathered a dreidel and some gelt for Ben and some candles for our hideous wedding gift menorah (wanted to buy a new one, but damn they are EXPENSIVE!) As I was paying, a man behind me dropped a glass menorah and it shattered everywhere and everybody in the store turned to look at him. All I could think was that I COULDN'T BELIEVE it was not me doing this. Talk about a real miracle...