Growing up in Ohio I never really noticed Ash Wednesday or was so painfully unaware I never saw people with ash on their foreheads.
Cut to my first job in New York City. To me, it’s just another Wednesday in February, la la la. Our marketing director goes out to lunch and when he gets back he’s got a big black smudge on his forehead.
Hoping to save him some embarrassment the following conversation occurs:
“Hey, Mike, you’ve got some printer toner on your forehead”
“No I don’t.”
“No, seriously, there’s a big black smudge of toner right in the middle of your forehead”
“No, Megan, it’s Ash Wednesday.”
Good luck with Lent!
I love Ash Wednesday because every time I see people with shit on their foreheads I think of Megan telling her boss he had printer toner on his forehead and I laugh and laugh and laugh and eat all the meat I want on Fridays.