Juice?

No matter where you are, there's always someone trying spread "God's word" and religion--especially in New York City.

A few days ago my friend from out of town, Bradley, and I were walking across Park Ave when we noticed a winnebago called "Mitzvah Tank." I looked at Bradley and asked, "What's a Mitzvah Tank?"

Before he could respond a pudgy adolescent boy wearing all black looked in our direction and mumbled a question. Bradley looked at me and said, "Did that kid just ask us if we wanted juice?"

"No! I think he said, 'Jew?' He wants to know if we're Jewish."

"Nah, I am pretty sure he said, 'Juice,' replied Bradley.

"Look, he's probably embarrassed that he is standing on the street trying to convert people when he should be in school," I said laughing.

As we crossed the street, an older Jewish man with a top hat and hassidic curls looked at me and smiled. "Are you Jewish?" he asked quietly.

A few responses flashed in my head: 'no. but I could convert,' or 'not yet.' I finally decided to simply say, "No," and kept on walking.

I turned to Bradley and said, "See! Jewish, not Juice! I told you."

I wondered if he would have converted me. Then again, it would have been a bad idea--I'd have to buy a whole new wardrobe and kiss my mini skirts goodbye!