A used bookstore on the North Side of Chicago, mid-August. The previous day, I had been browsing there, and I had found a book in which I was interested, on the history of the modern papacy. I ended up not buying the book because I was short on cash and didn't have time to go to the bank. I asked the clerk to hold the book for me. Now, I returned to the store and went to the counter. "Hi," I said to the clerk, "do you still have that book on the papacy?" At this point, a short, stocky, moustached man, resembling one of the sausage-eating Bears fans in the old SNL sketches, walked past me. Without looking at me, and with a straight face, using an inscrutable tone of voice that seemed to combine contempt and conspiratorial knowledge, he yelled out, to no one in particular, "The papacy!?! Spoken like a true Jew!"
posted by The Fixin's Bar @ 9:36 AM
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