Passing judgment

When an instructor at the gym doesn't mirror their actions/motions when facing the people attending class, I judge them.

Learning more about my neighbourhood

I live in a neighbourhood with a large Hasidic Jewish population. Prior to moving here, I was pretty much unfamiliar with this community. Little by little, I am learning more about Hasidism. I'm not always sure if what I'm learning about is accurate, but there are certain things that I have learned that I know to be true. And it's fascinating. Learning about different cultures, beliefs, traditions...I think it imperative to learn as much as possible about others.
In my neighbourhood, there is little interaction between Hasids and non-Hasids. At least on my part. While sometimes a hello or nod when passing by a non-Hasid on the sidewalk, I haven't had that interaction with a Hasid. But, I am curious and try to keep an open body language.
In addition to learning through observation, I have been told about some components of their culture, and more broadly, Orthodox Judaism (and even Judaism, in general). I have learned of the wigs that married women wear, men's payot. I occasionally snack on bubkas. I noticed mezuzah's in doorways. I look fondly at the beautiful skirts and dresses worn by many women. How siblings seem to take such good care of one another.
Each year, I've noticed a temporary structure erected around the doorway to a synagogue like, for construction purposes. And around the same time, something like parts of Christmas wreathes being thrown in the garbage. So different pieces of a puzzle that that I cannot decipher. But I recently learned of Sukkot and the sukkah. After which, on walks in my neighbourhood, I noticed sukkah's in various forms including structures in backyards and boarded up balconies. 
I also know of Shabbat. How a perfect day for me to go to the bakery is the day that it's closed. And word that people passing by will be asked to turn on/off an oven.
And it's true. This evening, on my way home from the bus stop, a gentleman, from his doorway asked if I could help turn off a light in his house. As perhaps my reaction reflected a well-ingrained "stranger-danger" belief, he started to explain his request. I told him that I understood why he asked this favour and he said that he was surprised, that most people did not know. I follow him into his home and turned off the light. There were other lights still on in the hallways, but he said all he needed was the one in the bedroom. He was very friendly and thanked me again for my help and wished me a good night. As he was on his way out of the house and we were walking in the same direction, I wanted to take the opportunity to engage in conversation with him. Although so curious, in the moment, I wasn't sure what to say. I didn't want to be too forward. Rude. But his body language seemed relaxed and open. I ended up asking him about the sukkah (as we were nearing the synagogue) and then about his hat. He told me about his shtreimel and I learned that only married men wore them, and on Shabbat. Hope he didn't find it silly or insulting that I asked if it was heavy. He responded that it depended on the brand/make. At this point, we reached the synagogue which was where he was heading to. I wished him a good evening and continued on my way. 
At a time when decisions (read: laws) are made because...well, for whatever reason they're made...I was happy to connect with a neighbour. A stranger. I learned about him and his culture. I value, appreciate, and accept him. Who knows if our paths will cross again. Previous to this evening I don't think our lives directly intersected. Other than some increased knowledge, a darkened bedroom, some positive emotions (hopefully, mutual), I don't think there have been any (negative) consequences.