'tis the season

It's the assumption that gets me.

Today I wandered into Vierra and Friends downstairs to pick up some shampoo (or "product" as they call it). I'd been wandering Haight Street in the misty fog for an hour and a half, trying to find a few gifts for my family. As soon as I walked in, Rari got that concerned look on his face and asked me how I was.

"I have gift stress," I said.

"I can tell," said Rari.

"What?" says the woman behind him. "But you've still got so much time!"

"Well," I said, "my people start throwing presents around on Sunday."

Rari quickly deflected. "I knew that!" he said. "My step-brother is half-Jewish."

I smiled, but I was disappointed. I was hoping the woman was going to ask me about what holiday I celebrated. I'd already decided to answer, with a completely straight face, "Kawanzaa."

{ 10:52pm }

» Remember that there's a holiday that knows no race or religion: Festivus!

– armando  { 12.7.01 @ 8:03am }