Ask Her Where The Easter Bunny Shows Up In The Bible
I’m the author of this story and [Coworker] is at it again. I came into work to see small cellophane bags of chocolate eggs hanging on people’s office doors and on their desks. Notably, there wasn’t one on my desk.
An hour in, [Coworker] appeared.
Coworker: “I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t give you any Easter eggs. They’re really only for Christians.”
Me: “Ah, so you’re really representing Christian charity.”
[Coworker] bristled at that.
Coworker: “I just don’t think people like you deserve to celebrate along with us.”
Me: “Okay. Wow. But how about those guys?”
I pointed over at a couple of coworkers munching away on their chocolate.
Coworker: “Of course, they should get chocolate! They have God in their hearts!”
Me: “Mmm, no, they don’t.”
Coworker: “Yes, they do! They pray. They go to church.”
Me: “Well, they go to temple. They’re Buddhist.”
Coworker: “Whatever. At least they follow God’s teachings.”
Me: “They really don’t. They reach for enlightenment; there are no gods in Buddhism.”
Coworker: “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Me: “Okay, well, enjoy your Easter weekend.”
Coworker: “I will!”
She angrily stormed away.
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