Overheard while waiting in line at the US Post Office, Podunkville . . . deep in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey:
Sweet Little Old Lady: "I'd like to buy some stamps, and I don't want those ones with the Simpsons on them. I don't like the Simpsons."
Post Office Lady: "Here's this one, it's nice."
Sweet Little Old Lady: "What is it?"
Post Office Lady: "A Jewish Holiday."
Sweet Little Old Lady: "Oh that's nice! My Jewish friends will like that!"
I shit you not, Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury . . .