Friday, December 21, 2012
on friday nights, i like to pull into the shul's parking lot and curse the Snitz family. They have a reserved spot amongst a bank of parking spaces near the entrance to the building. Since I've been attending, the parking spot has been empty. In the beginning, i would explain to myself why i was cursing them, "Gd damn Snitz. they'er probably not even coming tonight." And then my words became fewer. soon it was just riding past the reserved, abandon spot at exhaling, "fucking Snitz." Now i just coat my tone with disdain as i fire forth their name, "Snitz!" under my breath.