The parable of the eroded pink wafer
23 July 2009
As you know, when you are a guest at someone’s house it is standard etiqette to eat at least one of the scabby pink wafers from the biscuit tin, (to avoid accusiations of being a choco-hogger)then with clear conscience, one can munch of the chocolate tempties.
However I recall one of the worst moments of my life. I was 11 and invited to a cup of tea with a catholic family. On entering their abode, I politely igonored the religious regalia as the trappings of retards. I endured the pre-munch small talk until the main event, when the mother person approached me with cup and saucer. All standard so far (but points off the the overhang thumb style).
But to my sheer horror there was only one pink wafer on offer. And It was also eroded at one corner.Incredulously I stared at it. Furious at being denied my human right. I sat aghast as if the orange walk had rerouted through my toilet with me sitting there.
Thoughts of vengence were there. For I am human. I considered nailing the family to the wall and setting fire to the street. But with tears welling I ate it and it was quite nice because they are always tastier than you think, But the point is – why should I have to experience catholic non-chocolate piety?
There is no lesson to learn from God here, as I have never gotten over it. This is a flaw in god’s lesson plan. I tried the support group P.o.s.p.e.w (people offered a single pink eroded wafer), but to no avail.
Has this left a bitter taste in my mouth? If only.
