I was walking around Union Square, having done Christmas shopping and eating one of the free latkes that a girl had given away. Not far from her table, one of the Hasidic Jews stopped me.
"Excuse me, are you Jewish?" he asked.
"Uh, yeah, pretty much," I shrugged.
"Well, is your mother Jewish?" he asked
"No," I replied.
He seemed a little disappointed. I added: "But, my father is."
But it was too late. He had totally lost interest in me! Awesome!