I stopped by the bank this morning to drop off some checks.
It was like most bank experiences up until the small talk part of the deposit transaction. You know, that part where you talk about the weather or where you are from or any big non-controversial news items. But today, the lady flung a new question at me.
"So, what are your plans for Easter?"
Me? Plans for Easter? You're assuming I celebrate Easter. You're assuming I make plans for Easter. You asked me about a Christian holiday!
I think the lady probably thought I was insane as I sat there gaping in silence.
"Um... I'm just hanging out with some friends," I sputtered.
"Oh, that'll be fun!" she enthused.
This whole thing would never have happened in any other place I've lived.