I answered the door a few days ago to two middle-aged, sweating men in suits. (Romney impersonators for hire, I wondered?) They were Jehovah’s Witnesses. My first time—no kidding. I had been wondering if “Jehovah’s Witness” was a euphemism for something else, like “roofing company who wants to give a ‘free estimate'”.
But no, there they were, wanting to talk about, well, I’m not sure. See, the thing is, I answered the door with one of our rats on my shoulder, her nearly hairless tail slowly slinking across my neck. I pointed out the mezuzah, and just as they were starting to say that they spoke to people of all faiths, the rat, Remi, shifted slightly —maybe to get a better look.
All it took was for one of their gazes to graze slightly below my eyes and to my shoulder and they were OFF like a flash! Like the Red Sea parting! Like Jesus hightailing home to Dad just in time for Easter! Like…like they’d seen a rat on a jewess’s shoulder!
(I am VERY excited about roofing season…)