All Jews are in Real Estate

It seems that way to me, at least. Seriously, nine apartments: nine Hassidic Jews to show them to me. In Brooklyn, the Jewish people have their corner on the marketplace. If you want an apartment, you are likely to want to brush up on your Hebrew first. In my recent quest to find residency in the borough of Brooklyn, every apartment I looked at was shown to me or is owned by Hassidic Jews (Blogger is telling me I'm not spelling that right; if I'm not and you know the correct way to spell it, please let me know).
They had names like Chaim, Ghumbu, Zelig, and, of course, Henry. One apartment listing allowed me to actually search several openings with a tag team of Jews. I got in the back of their van as they drove from one apartment to another. Picture that: two Hassidic Jews in the front seat of a minivan and me in the captain's chair in the back. I just thought to myself that there has to be a joke in here somewhere.
Or maybe it's way more serious than that.
Perhaps there exists in Brooklyn some kind of Jewish mafia that controls the real estate market, and, in turn, the population of Brooklyn itself. I could imagine some extremely organized network of brokers secretly meeting, muttering in Yiddish, plotting and mapping out the foundation of the biggest borough of New York. Hard to believe, I know; or is it? The truth is, the apartment I did actually find and take was shown to me by a Roman Catholic. Don't worry, though, the landlord is Jewish.
The Roman Catholic broker, coincidentally named Peter, showed me an apartment that was impossible to turn down, and could only have been available through a miracle of Jesus, someone the Jews know very little about. Nah, I'm only kidding. Securing the apartment, however, has made me happier than I have been in a long time, and even as I write this, I am eager to pack more things, in order to make the move.
It just goes to show you that with a little faith and some heaven-sent luck and a great deal of persistence, you can find that dream apartment of yours. You just have to follow your Yarmulke...or your beard...or your dangly sideburns, and you'll be on your way. Also, once you find your apartment, and your landlord is Jewish, it's not appropriate to exclaim, "Mozel tov!" after signing your lease, no matter how happy you are.