I had a notable visit with a client today. I hesitate to reveal too much work information here on the blog, so let's call them .... hmmm ... the Ewish-jay Ederation-fay.
I walked into their lobby. According to the plaques, the lobby was donated by four people coincidentally all named Cohen. Something like Esther Cohen, Lenny Cohen, Ana Cohen, and Rebekah Cohen.
"Whoa," I thought, "Mom was right. Cohen must be a Jewish name." I mean, what are the odds all four contributors would be named Cohen?
Most of the meeting went well, but toward the end they warned me they might not be readily available, because there are a number of Jewish holidays in September.
Now, Sukkot (soo-cawt) is one of the few Jewish holidays I know of. I went out on a limb and decided September must be Sukkot month, because it's a harvest/outdoor festival of some kind. (I only know of it because at one point I thought it might have had a tenuous connection between Jewish camping and a Christmas Holiday song.)
Time to show I can walk the Jewish walk. I leaned back. I threw my hands out expressively. "Sukkot!" I exclaimed. However, since I was already out on a limb assuming Sukkot was in September, I decided to go with the most logical pronunciation. So what happened was: I kicked back, gestured grandly with my palms upward, and exclaimed, "Suck-it!"
For a very long split-second "Suck it!" lingered in the air. "Suck it!" the echo called back. Then, thank God, they realized what I was trying to say and their faces LIT UP.
"Why, yes, s0000000-cawwwt!" they said, "Yes!" They were so gracious and kind. And their faces said, "You go, Gentile Girl!" And then, "Aren't you cute? How do you know about Sukkot?" And my face said, "Peeps, what don't I know?" In my MIND. In reality, I said "Oh, sooooo-cawwwwwt."
And I stopped myself from saying, "Do you know Cohen is a Jewish name?"