I was standing in line at a grocery store and there was an older woman behind me. I looked into her cart and she was buying three pounds of bacon. I said to her “That’s a lot of bacon.”
She glanced at it and said “I don’t eat bacon for religions reasons. This is for my son-in-law.”
I understood this to mean that she was Jewish. I then told her that the best bacon I ever ate was in a synagogue. It was made with beef and it was a perfect combination of beef, fat and smoke flavor. I had to restrain myself as I was part of the serving staff but I couldn’t help it. Soon the Rabbi caught me and told me to go set the tables.
The lady smiled at that. “It’s fun being a carnivore,” She said.