The lunch guy at my job thinks I'm Muslim.
It started off with a subtle "do you want the Turkey sausage instead". At this point I'm thinking "well maybe something is wrong with the pork sausage".
Admittedly, part of me suspected the mistake then because I'm pretty brown looking, I have a beard, and Arab and Desi people have mistaken me for one of their own plenty of times.
Let's be real, he damn sure didn't think I was Jewish (*funny story: I'm jewish enough to legally immigrate to Israel under their current law of return but this is just a detail.*).
But I didn't speak up.
Well today I went to grab a pancake plate with bacon and he looked alarmed and of course I pipe up and said "oh it's fine I'll just eat around it" which is somewhat true: I don't
actually like bacon and I really did just want the pancakes. I must admit however that this was to avoid confronting him on the matter (there was a whole line of people behind me).
Well, as thoughtful and nice as he is,
he insisted that he could make me a new one and that he would feel bad if I took the plate just to make it easier for him because then I'd be being a *bad Muslim* just to convenience him.
This was the first time that he outright called me Muslim.
Did I come clean, confess the truth and embarrass him? No, in fact I'm at my desk wondering what I'm going to do for Ramadan.
1. Thanks for the gold.
2. The cafeteria guy is a really nice guy, loud, jokes around with everyone in such a way that every morning is almost like a group conversation between me, him, and the rest of the line.
It's a great way to start a morning- the guy is very personable. The flipside is that the times where I might privately correct the matter are few and far between.
3. *That Seinfeld interpretation was absolutely legendary.*
4. I really wish I would have spelt *too* correctly.
5. To everyone calling me a p\*ssy, wimp, etc: whatever makes you feel tough I guess. I had quite a bit more to say on the matter but frankly it just wasn't worth the drama.
TIFU up by being too shy to speak up and tell the cafeteria guy at my job that I wasn't Muslim, now I'm too deep in the lie, and have to roll with it until I have the courage and, more importantly,
right setting to come clean.