I said, "That's not the Rabbi, that's Father Phil." She argued with me!
I said, "First of all, I know both Father Phil and Rabbi Kawaler and I can assure you that this is Father Phil. I was an altar boy for him when I was in grade school. I have been to hundreds of masses celebrated by him. I have had lunch with him. I know Father Phil."
She said, "Well, I'm going to have to check."
Now this person was just being obtuse, right?
I said, "Hey if you don't believe me, all you have to do is look at the crucifix on the altar and see the elements of the eucharist on the side table, then you would know it's not the Rabbi."
Silence. Confusion. Blank Stare. She didn't know what a rabbi was!
I get flabbergasted just thinking about it again.
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Instead of making some snarky comment... and you know I can do it... I will instead hold my fire and simply wish you a happy birthday.
Why hold back now? Thanks for the birthday message, though.
I held back because it was your birthday and I didn't want to disparage the south on your birthday.
I've got 364 other days when I can do that. But on your special day, the south gets a pass.
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