(From yesterday’s staff meeting:)
boss: We should lock the doors.
generic: That would be wise, I think.
boss: And we should put that Oscar Grant poster on the front door.
boss: The one they keep posting.
boss: So they won’t vandalize our building.
boss: They’ll see the poster on our front door and know we’re on their side.
generic: I don’t think riots are that discerning.
coworker: It can’t hurt.
generic: What are we, ancient Israelites?
boss: … ?
generic: You know, how the Angel of Death came and… I don’t know, killed all the 1st born sons of every house?
coworker: What the fuck are you talking about?
generic: They marked the door! I think. With like, a red X of blood or something. It was a code for the angel to only enter Egyptian houses, the ones without the X.
generic: You don’t want us to be an Egyptian house. You want us to be a Jewish house. In this particular analogy.
coworker: Shit’s about to get biblical.
boss: Or not.
generic: Or not.