A conversation with a taxi driver
Driver: What language are you speaking to your daughter? Is that Dutch?
Me: Close! It's Yiddish. A Jewish language. Say [noticing Driver's accent], where are you from?
Driver: The Congo.
[. . .]
Driver: I love the Jews.
Me: Oh . . . !?
Driver: My King is a Jew.
Me: (thinks) Congo. Does Congo have a king? I know something awful is happening in Congo right now but I don't remember what. Was "Belgian Congo," right? Was there a king then? Belgian Jews? (says) King?
Driver: My King, who I love.
Me: (light dawns) Oh . . . Jesus?
Driver: Yes. I think the Jews are wonderful. You are so good with money!
Me: I wish I was.
Driver: You are born smart. You are blessed.
Me: Um . . . thanks!