This morning our copy of the LA Times was soaking wet. I don't have the patience to call and wait for them to bring us a dry one, so I walked over to Lee's grocery store to get one. I don't know if I've ever mentioned that Lee's is directly across the street from my synagogue. That's important to this story. When I walked into the store there was a large man at the counter. He was playing the lottery. He was covered in Neo-Nazi tattoos. I thought about having a chat with him about his tat's but I adore Lee and didn't want to start trouble in her store.
I just think there's something wrong with a skin head going into a Cambodian run grocery store, right across the street from a synagogue, and playing a game that involves luck. If he wins the $105,000,000 jackpot, I am going to have to totally rethink this karma stuff.
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