Should Have Gone To Bethlehem
(I’m walking around the Christian area of the old city looking for something to buy for my mom who lives in America. My in-laws and friends are super loud and always cause a scene. They found a friend that wants to meet me and my daughter and spot me wondering around a church.)
Family And Friends: *running at us screeching my daughter’s name and a bunch of Hebrew slang for cute*
Me: *with a forced smile* “Oh, sweet baby Jesus! Brace yourself.”
Husband: “You’re the wrong religion. You don’t get his help.”
(And I didn’t. I never do when I go back.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?