Mrs. Davis loved the hustle and bustle of downtown life.
Being a mother of grown children and a part-time school
teacher didn't give her many opportunities to end up in her
favorite part of the city. However, this time a particular
errand took her feet to the busy end of town. She rushed her
diminutive physique through the busy streets, hoping to be
on time.
Hurrying to her appointment, Mrs. Davis had no time to be
distracted by all the wondrous colors and sounds. Once her
meeting was resolved satisfactorily, she allowed herself to
relax and enjoy the scenery. Just as for a nature lover,
there could be no sight more beautiful than bubbling
streams, majestic mountains or verdant forests; to Mrs.
Davis there was nothing more picturesque than window
displays, clothing racks, and sale signs. The rumble of the
buses, honking of taxis, and the cries of street merchants
only added to the ambience in Mrs. Davis's opinion. To put
it simply, Mrs. Davis was a true city person.
Caught up in all the action, Mrs. Davis didn't pay too much
attention to the nice young man when he handed her a
pamphlet. A kippah on his head, tzitzis
hanging down the sides of his trousers, Mrs. Davis gave a
perfunctorily nod and went on about her business. She looked
down at the pamphlet as she continued walking along.
Suddenly the words she was reading registered in her mind.
Mrs. Davis's faces turned a bright color red. She looked
like she had steam coming out of her nostrils. The material
in the pamphlet was not advocating a kosher lifestyle
at all. It was missionary material.
Small in stature but large in spirit, Mrs. Davis knew what
she had to do. Already several steps away from the young
man, she took a long hard look at her assailant. Then she
took the pamphlet, crunched it up, threw it as hard as she
could, and bopped the young man on his head.
The young man looked over at his attacker and was shocked to
see that it was the little Jewish lady to whom he had just
given a pamphlet. "Hey, I thought you were a nice Jewish
lady!" he exclaimed, flustered.
Mrs. Davis held her entire five-foot-two body as high as she
could muster, looked the young man in the eyes and said,
"It's because I am a nice Jewish lady that I did what
I did."
