Despite the camouflage of my wig, in public with my husband I became one of “those people.” And for quite a while, I wasn’t sure if I was emotionally up to the task.*** I still wore a wig in public, still rode the train.And it’s worth risking annoying someone in case something else did happen.
My husband, indifferent, pulled out his license, but I questioned the clerk, asking her why she had never asked me for ID but was asking him.
Also, I wanted to express solidarity with my visibly religious husband, with religious Jewish women, and with Jews in general.
But mainly I was tired of what felt to me like compromise, equivocation—and artifice.
What I’d do is this: First, call her and leave a voicemail saying, “We’re concerned that you didn’t return from lunch today. Would you please contact us so that we know you’re okay?
” (In a case like this one where it seems plausible that the person just walked off the job, you could add this: “If you don’t want to return, we’ll make arrangements to get you your paycheck and wrap up other loose ends.