Two weeks ago, when we spent the night at the hospital investigating Little Red’s headache and vomitting following a fall, I had the most peculiar conversation with one of the attendees (not our attending physician, but as our room was right beside the computer, we saw her a lot.)
She was wearing a Hannukah-themed srub top so I said to her, “Did you have a good Hannukah?”
She said, “Hannukah is not the same time as Christmas.”
I knew that. “Didn’t it start on December 5th this year?”
I didn’t understand her reply.
What Paul heard:
“Did you have a good Hannukah?”
“Hannukah isn’t the same time as Christmas?”
“Didn’t it start on December 5th this year?”
She’s not Jewish, she was just wearing the shirt. She wished us a happy Hannukah as we left, thinking that we were Jewish.
It was 2:30 in the morning. It’s quite possible neither of us are right in our interpretations of what happened.