This is a little late but still an interesting story.
It was Friday afternoon maybe around 4:15PM. I was in my car riding home for Shabbat dinner and Kol Nidre. It was a warm fall day and the traffic was crawling so I had my window down. I was probably listening to the sports radio station as I do now on a regular basis. It is a nice way to avoid the seriousness of the world news.
There are four lanes traffic behaving much like independent but connected slinks. One lane moves slowly and compresses little while the left lane goes fast and then comes to a screaching halt. I am in one lane from the left.
I notice the car to the left of me is sort of hanging back. He did not dart forward right away and his window was being let down. A portly man driving a non-descript car greets me with Shabbat Shalom and Shana Tova. I smile and say something unintelligible back. His car scoots forward once more.
As the traffic moves along he stays in place and waits until I pull up. He leans over and jokes that if the traffic is this bad all of the way home he will not have to fast because he will not make home before tomorrow night. I laugh and say something and the traffic moves on.
If it were not for my Kippah he would not have known I was Jewish and he would not have wished me a happy new year.