No one else is wearing a costume.
No one knows it is Purim.
No one else has actually heard of Purim, but think it might be a hand-sanitizer, and wonder why you are wearing that oversized triangle on your head.
When your neighbor asks why you are wearing a triangle hat and a greasepaint goatee, and you respond "I’m Haman” she does not smile. She crooks her head and says “That’s nice dear.”
A random dude wandering by overhears and responds "Hey Mon." He holds out his hand as in a universally-recognized high five.
Instead of trick or treating you get to go to temple.
Instead of ghost stories, you are regaled with yet another tale of near-genocide from your Rabbi. He is dressed as Dolly-the-Cloned-Sheep for the occasion.
Instead of candy you get to enjoy pastries full of prunes (Surprise!) or maybe even poppyseeds (SURPRISE)!!
No one understands when you complain that Queen Esther costumes are so cliche
After your friends and neighbors receive your Annual Purim Letter, they never mention it to you ever, and seem a little more eye-twitchy in your presence than usual.
No one else seems to know the festive holiday carol ‘My Hat it Has Three Corners’ in English. They don’t even know the Hebrew version “Ha Covah Sheli Shalosh Pinot” but when you say “Pinot” the neighbor boy laughs really hard.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
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