It's All in the Nose

So, new place of work. I am working with stationery: designing, ordering, assembling, etc. for Nancy's Haute Affairs, an event planning, catering, stationery-generating spot in Pensacola. It is very fun.

I say that to say this:

I was walking through the kitchen today, when I got stopped by Josh, one of the chefs.

"Can I ask you a weird question?"

"Sure," I said, stopping mid-stride.

"Are you a Jewish Girl?"

I think I laughed, "No, I'm an Italian Girl.... it's the nose isn't it?"

Josh was very diplomatic with his answer, "Well, it's your hair and skin color... and the nose."

Comment not on the size of my Cyrano de Bergerac appendage. I have accepted it. It would, I believe, enable me to be a very good spy.

If I could learn Hebrew or Italian.