No. of Recommendations: 2
So I'm here at Dunkin', post trail-walk with my little boy. I usually don't go to any sort of restaurants on weekends because too many of you people are out and about making crowds and ruckus but alas it's time well spent.
Anyway I'm sitting here eating my sandwich and I just had a funny chat.
Girl in her 30s walks in (quite the looker) and her shirt says "Schwartz Family Christmas" and it had a picture of a station wagon and a palm tree OMG I love stuff like this so I had to make eye contact and tell her it's one of the funniest things I'e seen and she busted out laughing and said "oh my God nobody gets it". Ok so she's cool so I told her I grew up in West Bloomfield Michigan and how some of us knew it as "West Jewfield" and she busted up laughing again. Successful girl - -went to UVA and is an attorney. Talked of how my sister is a high level attorney and how I was the dud-black-sheep of the family.
Then we exchanged two ethnic jokes - one at her expense, one at mine. She liked mine a lot.
LOL - I love people who can joke about our differences and actually revel in them. Makes things much more fun and easy.
Sadly, such discourse has been made taboo.
To this day I. recall fondly the 6th-8th grade bus. I had my label, the Arabic buddy had his, the white kid had his and my Jewish buddy had his label and man, each morning we were sleepy but on the way home we'd rag each other in the most politically Incorrect way possible. Many times one or all of us were kicked out of the class for fooling around.
Fast forward for us "C" students (in my case C was aspirational). Jewish friend is Masters in PolySci, lonely family. Arabic buddy is a regional manager of Pharma sales, the white kid became a lawyer like his Dad and while I didn't go the college route I'm retired in my 40's. Everyone in great nuclear families just like we were raised in - coincidence I guess. Also one of us figured out where Jesse is, he was of hispanic origin and we called him and he told us to invite him next year and that he'd make sure the place was "Spic and span" - LMAO he remembers it too!
They all live in Michigan but we get together perhaps once every two years. Last year we met at MGM Detroit at the Tap restaurant and Aaron comes in last and all we hear in the background "JewBoy in the house!" which is how he announced himself and as usual I was his first target and I gave back as good as I got. We talked about how to never say this stuff in front of our kids because we don't need them mouthing off in school and getting in trouble.
My kids have whole grain lunches at school. They are so lucky.
