Funny story. The place I worked at today is a pretty "white bread" type of place. I think I have had maybe one Jewish patient (if any) since I started working there more than three years ago. Anyway, today I was treating a patient and she asked me if I had any children. I told her I have three. She asked their names and I told her. When she looked confused, I informed her that their names are Hebrew. She then responded, "Oh, so is your husband Jewish?". I told her that he is. She then said, "Oh, I am sure you love him anyway."
Posted by peninah at March 7, 2006 12:48 PM | TrackBackThat's when you say, "Oops, I spilled a little arsenic in your apple sauce. Bottoms Up, Grandma Nazi!"
Posted by: Greg at March 7, 2006 12:50 PMThat is TOO funny!
I know I should be appalled.
But I'm not.
Oh, wow, I can't believe someone said that to you.
Posted by: Elise at March 7, 2006 01:45 PMI hope you gave her silver theraband instead of yellow!
Posted by: aishel at March 7, 2006 05:10 PMAnd she didn't ask whether or not you loved those half-bred kids?
Posted by: Diana at March 7, 2006 07:08 PMLOL! I think this may qualify for the OIB book, too.
Posted by: Sara at March 8, 2006 08:58 AMI had someone rub my head at Bingo one night to see if I had horns. She said later it was for good luck, hard to tell the truth with Fredericktonians.
Posted by: DM at March 8, 2006 10:35 AM