Gymnasium filled with festive parents, teenage children, pancakes, santa hats and hot coffee.
G's friend walks in with parents and sit at table next to us.
Lukewarm greetings exchanged.
It's 7:33am and kids are eating dessert
Mom of G's friend taps me on the shoulder.
I'm so sorry that I didn't say hi to you more enthusiastically before. I have a very hard time recognizing faces, and I didn't realize that I knew you at first. My husband just told me you were G's mom, and I was like OMG I should have been way friendlier.
You have trouble recognizing faces? That's fascinating.
Oh, I guess you didn't hear. I had a traumatic brain injury three years ago. Broke bones, suffered greatly, spare you the details.
Wow. That is amazing. You look fabulous. And the deficit you are left with is a lack of facial recognition? Good for you.
Well actually I have many other deficits. I have trouble with short term memory for example.
Anyway, nice to see you again and I'll let you get back to your fruit salad.
Daughter T jumps up and tells me
Lady looks at T and says.
Wait a minute I remember you. You guys were at the school craft fair last year. You bought a lot of stocking stuffers.
Yup, that's us! We were totally at the craft fair last year! We had a blast!
And you're Jewish. I remember you perfectly! You're the Jews that like Christmas!
Things Left Unsaid:
1. Yes. We are the only Jews that like Christmas.
2. You are welcome. Without Jews, there would be no Christmas.
3. Let me get this straight. You have a facial recognition issue, short term memory loss, yet you not only remember us but remember that we circumcise our boys when they are eight days old and eat unleavened bread for a coupla days in April? That's some kind of rehabilitation centre you went to.
4. We love Christmas and we also love bacon. You going to finish that?