Also, I'm waiting for the electrician. I have no idea what this guy thinks of us, by this point. Due to Larry's insulation-installation hobby, once or twice a year, we invite our electrician to visit a gutted room in our home and install more electrical outlets. It looks almost...I don't know...sinister, really. Maybe he thinks we're building false walls to hide kidnapped people behind. And the outlets would be for, um, I don't know...their Wi-fi?
No, that doesn't make sense.
Maybe he thinks we're planning to hide Jews from a newly resurgent Gestapo. I'm Jewish, after all, and every Jewish person in my generation was raised to make plans to do an Anne Frank, if need be. Seriously. We had games in Hebrew School during which we would discuss who would live where if every Jew we knew were to be confined to a few square blocks near our homes, a la the Warsaw Ghetto. Because, like, that happens a lot...
Something tells me that you happy unpersecuted Christians never did that in Sunday School. You were too busy singing about how Jesus loves you to worry about having to hide behind a bookcase, am I right?
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How the heck did I get on this topic anyway? Oh, yes, the electrician. I don't know what he is thinking, but he does keep coming back. And he hasn't reported us to the police. Yet. So that's good, right?
But I'll bet Anne Frank's electrician never suspected anything either...