Possibly the Greatest Moment of my Life

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I took a long sunny walk today towards my favorite Greek bakery to fetch a loaf of corn bread. On the way home, a little old lady stopped me and, rather frantically, asked me if I spoke Yiddish - in Yiddish.

I guiltily replied "nein," but nevertheless, between sign language and my hebraic intuitions, managed to successfully give her the directions she needed.

I was so flattered she'd even asked.