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The meeting was good. Just what I needed to get my head back in the game.
However, waiting for the train home, I had another of those all too common incidents where stupid things fly out of my mouth...
Making small talk, I asked my friend if he had his Christmas shopping done yet. And he replied, "Well, I'm Jewish..." and his voice trailed off as though to say "we don't really do that."
Now, were my brain engaged, I would have moved on to a new subject. Instead, being the dork I am, I said, "Wait a minute, don't you do like twelve gifts then?" And he said, "No, it's eight. You have twelve."
duh. This I knew. Menora = eight. (Kwanzaa = seven - just a side reminder to myself should I decide to offend any African Americans later today.)
Note to self: think before speaking.
Posted by Amanda at December 06, 2002 06:42 PM
