Hope I Get a Harmonica

I like this picture. The bricks, the mopeds, old, tall doors, and big basin... this isn't the Taiwan I grew up in. This captures an older, small-town, 'rural' Taiwan.

Once again, today's story has nothing to do with the picture above but everything to do with awkwardity. This morning, Brilliant but Devious Doc brought in leftover cake to share. Brilliant but Devious Doc is always bringing in good food, especially those related to family visits and Jewish holidays. He once brought in a chocolate cake his mom made that ranks among the three best slices of chocolate cake I've had in my long life. Because I do not have two doctorates, when I heard the words "leftover party favors" I hurried to the kitchen area. Doc #2, however, was thinking on a higher plane.

#2: So you celebrate diwali?

BbDDoc: The what?

#2: Diwali. The Hindu Festival of Lights. I think it was this weekend.

BbDDoc: Oh, I had no idea.

#2: You said you brought in party favors-

BbDDoc: I did. It was my sister-in-law's birthday.

#2: Oh.

[silence]

I don't know what prompted Doc #2, who is just as white and far from Indian as BbDDoc to see cake and think diwali. It made my day trying to figure that out.