Judith 3
There is only one drinking fountain, outside the security door by the elevator. The real reason, Department cheapskateism. The ostensible one, used to deflect criticism, is repair. The building's landlord, Public Works and Government Services Canada is so inept that thing breaks down weekly. So, management does not wish to waste some person's time to endlessly escort PWGSC repairmen on premise. Instead, they waste everyone's time as there is always a line to fill water bottles.
Behind me in line is Abe, one of my former husband's poker and drinking buddies. I try to ignore him, but just as I go to leave with a full bottle, he insists we talk, us standing us aside so other water pourers don't hear.
In best professorial tone Abe starts, "there is one question the court never did address."
"And that is?"
"It was clearly established that the argument was long and heated. Never once did they ask who was right or wrong in it."
Bingo, I know where he is headed, "and you just happen to have evidence the court doesn't. But is it not irrelevent? Right or wrong, he is still dead. Right or wrong, she is still a murderer, unpremeditated."
"But I know for a fact Nathan was right."
"You were there, weren't you?"
Sheepish look, "see in the bar, he and I made a deal with her. Volume discount, full price for the first, half price for second. Then we flipped a coin to see who goes when."
"You are sad, sick, perverted. I oughta report this to the police."
"They would not reopen the case. As you correctly pointed out, who was right or wrong is irrelevent to the outcome."
"And I think the world is unfair. You still have enough cheek to go to synagogue, but I can't."
Shrug, "don't blame me Judaism is sexist. Go ahead, convert to Islam or Christianity, you'll find out they're just as bad."
I turn to leave, but knowing he is right.
We don't have real internet here of course. Again, the real reason is cheapskateism; the ostensible one, our computer system must be kept purer than the driven snow. We can access other Federal Departments, including the CBC.
Like Reinhard, I don't bother with the local paper. You get the same stuff on CBC, for free, on company time, and save the trip to recycle.
What I do subscribe to is the local Jewish weekly. Especially since I no longer attend synagogue, it's my only source.
The usual round of stuff today, someone's bar mitzvah, someone else's year to study in Israel. Then a surprise item. In the matter of the recent murder, this newspaper has made a shocking discovery. That whole circle of pokerfriends had a bet in progress. Winner was the first to get discounts from three separate hookers, as witnessed by a buddy. Too bad overgrown teenagers have to bring disgrace on themselves and on the Jewish community.
In no time, it's picked up by the local and national press. Oy!!
The President of the local Hookers Union (yes they are unionized, I'm writing from the future), announces that henceforth any obvious Jews will be denied hooker services.
A complaint is lodged with the Human Rights Commission. After all, they are a public service, it's like a taxi or restaurant denying service to Jews.
The HRC issues its ruling: $20,000 fine or reversal of policy.
The Union President opts for the high road. She asserts it has been an educational experience, getting e mails from 300,000 people and that she was unaware it was against the law until told.
To show there are no hard feeling, any person producing ID showing them to be Jewish will get a 10% discount for the next month.
At the end of the month, she thanks her loyal Jewish customer base, promises all Jews will now receive airmiles.
The Annual General Meeting of the local of the Hookers Union discusses me. They were impressed by my conduct before and during the trial. The normal reaction is vengenance, publicly issuing statements demanding the charge be first degree murder and so forth. To see a citizen merely stand aside and allow justice to be done is rare.
So, in their wisdom, they vote me an honorary member of their local. Oy vay!!!
How many gallons of ink have been splashed on how many dead trees, even before this? The figure soars into the stratosphere with this latest tidbit of titillation.
There are those who seek out fame or infamy; those it seeks out. What can you do?
Behind me in line is Abe, one of my former husband's poker and drinking buddies. I try to ignore him, but just as I go to leave with a full bottle, he insists we talk, us standing us aside so other water pourers don't hear.
In best professorial tone Abe starts, "there is one question the court never did address."
"And that is?"
"It was clearly established that the argument was long and heated. Never once did they ask who was right or wrong in it."
Bingo, I know where he is headed, "and you just happen to have evidence the court doesn't. But is it not irrelevent? Right or wrong, he is still dead. Right or wrong, she is still a murderer, unpremeditated."
"But I know for a fact Nathan was right."
"You were there, weren't you?"
Sheepish look, "see in the bar, he and I made a deal with her. Volume discount, full price for the first, half price for second. Then we flipped a coin to see who goes when."
"You are sad, sick, perverted. I oughta report this to the police."
"They would not reopen the case. As you correctly pointed out, who was right or wrong is irrelevent to the outcome."
"And I think the world is unfair. You still have enough cheek to go to synagogue, but I can't."
Shrug, "don't blame me Judaism is sexist. Go ahead, convert to Islam or Christianity, you'll find out they're just as bad."
I turn to leave, but knowing he is right.
We don't have real internet here of course. Again, the real reason is cheapskateism; the ostensible one, our computer system must be kept purer than the driven snow. We can access other Federal Departments, including the CBC.
Like Reinhard, I don't bother with the local paper. You get the same stuff on CBC, for free, on company time, and save the trip to recycle.
What I do subscribe to is the local Jewish weekly. Especially since I no longer attend synagogue, it's my only source.
The usual round of stuff today, someone's bar mitzvah, someone else's year to study in Israel. Then a surprise item. In the matter of the recent murder, this newspaper has made a shocking discovery. That whole circle of pokerfriends had a bet in progress. Winner was the first to get discounts from three separate hookers, as witnessed by a buddy. Too bad overgrown teenagers have to bring disgrace on themselves and on the Jewish community.
In no time, it's picked up by the local and national press. Oy!!
The President of the local Hookers Union (yes they are unionized, I'm writing from the future), announces that henceforth any obvious Jews will be denied hooker services.
A complaint is lodged with the Human Rights Commission. After all, they are a public service, it's like a taxi or restaurant denying service to Jews.
The HRC issues its ruling: $20,000 fine or reversal of policy.
The Union President opts for the high road. She asserts it has been an educational experience, getting e mails from 300,000 people and that she was unaware it was against the law until told.
To show there are no hard feeling, any person producing ID showing them to be Jewish will get a 10% discount for the next month.
At the end of the month, she thanks her loyal Jewish customer base, promises all Jews will now receive airmiles.
The Annual General Meeting of the local of the Hookers Union discusses me. They were impressed by my conduct before and during the trial. The normal reaction is vengenance, publicly issuing statements demanding the charge be first degree murder and so forth. To see a citizen merely stand aside and allow justice to be done is rare.
So, in their wisdom, they vote me an honorary member of their local. Oy vay!!!
How many gallons of ink have been splashed on how many dead trees, even before this? The figure soars into the stratosphere with this latest tidbit of titillation.
There are those who seek out fame or infamy; those it seeks out. What can you do?
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