So it's Passover, which means that I've swapped Coca-Cola and Cheez-Its for kosher Coke and matzo crackers... it's a bland existence. While grabbing a napkin out of the office kitchen yesterday, Beano approached - he was snarfing on what he referred to as a "naked BLT" except that he was missing the L and the T. While staring at his grubby, sausage fingers, I asked what happened - "Oh, well it's not necessarily a sandwich since I'm cutting carbs. So I'm going to have the lettuce and tomato at lunch." "So, really, you're just two-fisting a pound of bacon." "No. It's a BLT."
For the uninformed, Beano is a maddening co-worker that has not only called me a fascist but has also tried to convert me to Christianity. He is sitting at #3 on my list of people to curb with my mighty boot of justice.
"My pastor says it's Passover and that means that you, as a Jew, eat different food from Christians."
"Not exactly. I think your pastor may be conf--"
"I'd like to share in that with you... as a Christian man."
Everything about this situation told me to turn around slowly and walk away and that's exactly what I did. He followed me back to my office.
"What's that you've got?"
"It's a bagel with cream cheese, tomato, and lox."
"Is that significant to the Exodus or the Angel of Death?"
"Neither. It's just yumtastic. However, I contend that the Angel of Death wouldn't have been so destructive had he enjoyed a bagel and lox from time to time."
This complex scenario sent Beano into deep thought until, without warning, he got up and walked away. I didn't see him again until a few minutes before practice when I spotted him putting a package of salmon steaks, bagels, and cream cheese in the refrigerator."What are you doing?"
"I googled your breakfast, so I picked up a lox for a sandwich."
"That's a 5-pound piece of salmon!"
"No, it's a lox."
That's when I kinda lost myself. It's not that I wanted to be mean (well, part of me did) but he's just so fucking irritating. He never understands anything and is about a stroke of common sense away from truly believing that I'm a baby-eating shape shifter. Just looking at him makes my brain throb with pain. It's horrible. Anyway, all he did was stand there staring at me as if I was the one that needed help.
"I would like you to come to my church."
"Are you trying to convert me again?"
"No. I want Jesus to see you in His house and while you're there you can speak to our congregation about your experiences." I was baffled. "It would be great for you to come and tell us what you're facing and maybe say some Hebrew words."
I grew lightheaded.
"You're turning red, Warner. You know, a little bit of the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ will calm you right down." He then handed me a green Gideon Bible...
Witness to me and I will bust you in the face. Beano just fucked it up for everybody.
Assraelis
Enter God (whose always down for helping out various sports teams) and the Wailing Wall.
Well kids, it's 420. The last day of Passover has finally arrived and come sunrise, Ill be feeding my Buddha a couple sausage mcmuffins, a side of latkes, and a lemon-lime Gatorade. And guess what else today is)! That's right - Adolf Hitler's birthday. And in 2008, Pesach actually begins on his birthday. Coincidence? Probably. But I'll furrow my brow in suspicion just for kicks. But ya know something, t's really too bad 420 day didn't exist back in the 1930s. Der Führer could have taken some hits of the ganjah to celebrate his birthday. Over time, he'd develop a habit and slowly but surely mellow out. Would he have still hated the Jews? Probably. Would he still have been crazy? Definitely. But in exchange for one bag of Cheetos and a plastic cup of oversugared grape Kool-Aid, Adolf Hitler wouldn't have dragged his sorry ass off the couch to do anything about us. Weed could have saved millions, a few of my relatives included.
!" Shameful.