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Dec 21, 2005 21:21

What is it about the holidays that brings out the worst in people?

Customer # 1
Customer: "Where are your noodles like these?" (points to asian salad)
Me: "Right this way..."
Customer: (something mostly inaudible)
Me: "Sorry, come again?"
Customer: "EXCUSE me, I was talking to you. (swomething about me being rude ( Read more... )

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sexysportyspice December 22 2005, 18:40:52 UTC
I prefer 'Happy end-of-the-western-calendar-year observed vacation day(s)'. Even 'Happy Holidays!' has a holy connotation1 which is not necessarily all-inclusive. Multiple religions celebrate holy days around our december, but other do not. And of course there are the 'non-practicing' folk and the un-religious folk.

Of course, a person could argue that some people don't celebrate anything this time of year AND do not get to have any days away from work.

And of course, I freely admit that I am being a complete ass. Happy whatever-the-fuck you celebrate or don't celebrate. I just look forward to not being at work for a couple days, spending time with Hillary, and finally getting a chance to play in some snow.

1 - holiday: Middle English holidai, holy day, from Old English h
lig dæg : h
lig, holy; see holy + dæg, day; see day. (from: The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition, 2000 Houghton Mifflin Company.)

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shadowsofgod December 23 2005, 05:38:09 UTC
Silence, you politically correct liberal heretic! RAR!

No snow for you!

Happy Thursday, baby!*

*Thursday: Though not normally considered a holy day, Thursday may take on such a role when considered in its relation to William Blake's poem "Holy Thursday." The poem from Songs of Innocence alludes to the traditional spirit of the Christmas holiday in its references to hymnals and charity when Blake writes, "Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song, Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among: Beneath them sit the aged man, wise guardians of the poor. Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door." Of course, when contrasted with its counterpart in Songs of Experience the poem takes on a different tone--perhaps that of Christmas as it is commonly practiced--when Blake asks, "Is this a holy thing to see, in a rich and fruitful land, babes reduced to misery, fed with a cold and usurous hand?" Nonetheless, happy Thursday.

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