Glory be to God! ‘Tis St. Patrick’s Day!
As any good Catholic family of Irish descent (though my wife keeps trying to downgrade the percentage of my heritage that is green) our first order of business today was, of course, mass. And for the first time in I don’t know how lone, we didn’t have to take them out of the church during the mass… That can only mean one thing. Donuts!!!
We drove the short distance to the Korean Donut shop. OK, I’ll stop. I’ll wait. Scratch your heads. Yes, the Korean Donut shop. It’s not actually called “Korean Donuts” but it is run by the most adorable old Korean woman and her son. They are super friendly, they love my kids, and they always throw extra donut treats onto the tray for my son. Approaching the counter, we asked if they had any green donuts. Apparently this was akin to asking if they served dog poop based on the look she gave us. “Ewww… Gleen donuts…”
That’s really my whole story right there. Right about now you’re glancing back at the title and realizing it’s not a typo. You’re uncomfortably chuckling on the outside but guffawing on the inside because you think it might be offensive. I promise you, it’s not as offensive as an entire nation of people stereotyped as drunks, or as offensive as morons displaying the most vile and revolting behavior in the name of a great saint of God. Think about it.