So, the other week I went downtown the evening of the day of the St. Patrick's Day parade, to watch an interesting (Polish) film at the one arthouse theater that I like.
Oddly enough, though it wasn't advertised, there was a table with three trays of hors d'oeuvres out for patrons of that film: one with skewers of smoked sausage and pickle bits, one with little spirals of slices of some kind of wrap made of cream cheese and cold cuts, and one with deviled eggs, with the egg filling mixed with some kind of mustard and topped with a sprinkle of caviar (!).
"Wow, this is a surprise!", I said to this one other patron hovering around the tray, this (later middle-aged) (white) lady.
"Yes," she was like.
"It's like a reward for being virtuous," I was like. "Instead of going to the parade and getting drunk off of green beer, we decided to support foreign cinema, and the cosmos recognized that and rewarded us."
At that, she nodded, and was like, "Yes."
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