| Sunday, November 19, 2006 |
| Having A 'Ruff' Time |
Imagine this, if you can:
You go out to dinner with some colleagues at the invitation of your bosses. You're having a great time - conversation and alcohol are both flowing freely, you're all laughing the evening away, and everyone is having a good time. You've eaten all sorts of dishes - sweet, spicy, salty - a myriad of flavors, each one more delicious than the next. Then it comes time for the after dinner snacks. Your boss turns to you and asks, "Have you ever eaten gourou?"
"Gourou?" you ask.
"Yes, gourou. You know, dog meat."
"No, I haven't."
"I'm ordering some. You should try it."
Freeze.
Now, imagine this is no longer a hypothetical. That's right, kids - this ACTUALLY happened. I was sitting there and my boss uttered those exact words to me. If this scene was a cartoon, there would've been a Rachel-shaped hole in the wall of the dining room. However, these are the colleagues I have to face every day, and attempting a Jesse Owens-style getaway was not going to work.
What was my actual response, you ask?
"I'm Jewish. I can't eat dog meat."
Now, for those of you who are Jewish, know the religious laws governing these types of situations, and are thinking to yourself: dog meat is kosher. It may be unappetizing but it's not against any rules - I know and I completely agree. But that's not what I said. I just made two statements:
1) I'm Jewish.
and
2) I can't eat dog meat.
No lies - I AM Jewish, and I can't eat dog meat out of my own personal moral conviction. Any connection that a listener makes between those two statements is pure conjecture. And you know what happens when you assume...
Well, they assumed and I chose not to correct them. I guess I managed to get out of that one relatively unscathed. And instead of dog meat, I substituted a slice of delicious pumpkin cake.
Mmmmmm. Score one more for me. |
posted by Rachel @ 11:55 AM   |
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