“We need to do something for Rosh Hashanah,” said Hannah, hovering over me at my desk.
“Fuck, is that really this week?” I replied. I didn’t turn to face her, most of the conversation consisted of her speaking at me while I stared into my computer screen.
“Yeah, it is,” replied Hannah. “I thought you were Jewish.”
“I haven’t gone to temple in years.”
“Like, what even is Rosh Hashanah?” asked Hannah.
“It’s Jewish new year.”
“Is that the thing where they have the coke bottles with the yellow caps?”
“Dude, I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” I ground my open palm into my right eye.
“You know, when the grocery stores have the two-liter coke bottles with the yellow caps. My husband is really into soda made with real sugar, he buys like ten bottles every time they come out with yellow cap coke.”
“Oh, I think that’s Passover,” I said.
“Jewish Easter!” replied Hannah. There was a pause and then Hannah continued, “But anyway, we really should have something for Rosh Hashanah. We want to make all of the new students feel welcome. This is the first year we’ve had move-in during a religious holiday.”
I was going to mention Ramadan but I let it go. “We could take the students to a lake and throw bread to the ducks.”
“What?” said Hannah.