I get questions about my tzitzit a lot–mostly from other Jews.
Moments ago, here at the San Diego airport, I went through the full-body security theater scanulator.
My belt, which I usually use to hold the fringes in place, was not on because it has a terrorist belt buckle and was on the freedom-conveyor belt. Because of this, my fringes were flying all over the place.
So naturally, one of the members of the crack liberty team present asked, “Is it an Irish holiday?”
“No. He’s Jewish,” an even crackier member of the patriotism platoon said.
“Oh, it’s a Jewish holiday?!” the first one cleverly deduced.
“The fringes?” I said.