As I’m checking out of Ralphs, wearing a yarmulke and tzitzit out as always, this old lady in pants says to me, “Do you believe in tikkun olam?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Then why are you using these?” she says, and points to the paper bags holding my groceries.
I give her a dismissive wave.
The Gentile checker asks me what the lady is talking about.
“She’s giving me a hard time for not bringing my own bags,” I explain.
