So last summer I was in Chicago, and this was before I’d decided to convert so I was veiling full time for pagan reasons. However, because it was summer, I had it all tied up rather than in a more, idk, flowy pagany style. Anyway. I also had gotten into the habit of dressing in fairly covering ways, although this outfit definitely did not meet tznuit standards.
Now, I only had an hour for my lunch break, and at the time, I was quite fond of Jimmy Johns turkey subs (I know.) They were filling, made incredibly fast, and I knew they wouldn’t upset my stomach. So I had power-walked almost a half mile there and a half mile back to get it, and was eating it in the hotel lobby.
As I’m in the middle of munching and trying not to be too stressed out, this group of about eight Jewish men, all wearing kippahs walk by, and they just kind of nicely-but-awkwardly acknowledged me. At the time, I had realized instantly that this probably Looked Bad if they were reading me as Jewish, but it was only today when I was back at the same hotel that I realized that not only did this obviously Look Bad but that there is actually a kosher restaurant IN this hotel.
So they must have thought that I not only was eating treif, but had actually hoofed it an entire MILE to get this sad, shitty, barely-better-than-McDonalds treif sandwich. When, in fact, I could have walked 100 feet to the left and gotten an actually nice kosher lunch. Whoops.