Today for work, I dressed up as a witch. You see, we have this costume contest every year, and every year almost no one dresses up, so they either don’t give away the monetary prize, or they give it to the moron who wore a baseball hat and claimed to be a baseball player. “Not this year!” I said to myself. So I put on a black skirt, a black shirt, and green-and-black striped tights. I grabbed my pointy witch hat, and rode off to work.
Halfway to work, I remember that one of the people in my office has a bumper sticker that reads “my other car is a broom.” I don’t really know what this means, and not wanting to open up some weird can of worms, I haven’t asked. But in my car, halfway to work, dressed as a witch, it occurs to me that my co-worker may be a Wiccan, and I may be 10 minutes away from committing a gross act of religious insensitivity.
The girl was not at work today, and I have not yet been fired for religious intolerance, so I think I’m okay. Also, by some weird fluke, SIX people dressed up for the costume contest, all with costumes more elaborate than mine, so I did not win. Do you think peoples’ willingness to throw dignity out the window and put themselves on display in the cafeteria during lunch for a $50 prize reflects the general state of the economy? I think it probably does.