. . . then I remember why I am cynical.

Today I stopped by a little establishment called Chik-Fil-A because I wanted some sweet tea. While waiting on my sweet tea, a delightful lad by the name of Jason tried to sell me a Chik-Fil-A cupon calendar. His key selling points included: "It's only $5 . . . It'll make a great holiday gift . . . I've sold 19 of these babies in two hours, they're going fast . . . Plus, the guys REALLY dig it, eh?" After this little spiel I simply say, "Oh yeah? Maybe next time, okay?" It's most likely I am being this nice because he still ample opportunity to spit in my drink. He then adds, "Oh, well . . . this is also a contest." Thank you for the honesty, bud. He then hands me my drink and says, "Well, Merry Christmas." It is at this point I want to tell Jason, "Listen, I'm a Jewish lesbian." However, he probably knows someone who knows someone who knows my dad and it will break his heart to find out that his little girl is a lesbian that doesn't accept Jesus as her savior. So, I restrained myself.