Careless Whispers

My youngest sister was recently divorced. She began dating a guy I really did not like. I caught myself balling up my fists whenever he stood next to her.

He was involved with the Nazi party of the area. It turns out that his childhood best friend was the head of the group. He was just following his friend. Dangerous situation

He dropped out of the party eventually. He did not really believe in that stuff. He only wanted friends to be with. Tells us a sad tale about society I believe.

His birthday was coming up. It had taken time but we grew to like him. My sister asked my husband and me if we would go to a party for him. I refused the invitation.

It would be held at his parent's house. They did not approve of his friends either.

My sister kept asking and I kept refusing. She told me she wanted someone she could talk to there.

None of the Nazis would wear their uniforms if they attended. Would we please go? I gave in and said yes. There would be normal people there too and we would not stay long.

It began as a rather boring affair. We were all sitting and talking.

Then in stormed the stormtroopers IN UNIFORM. I signaled to my husband that we would be leaving soon.

In the meantime a greasy little man in uniform took a liking to me. I suppose I should mention that except for my dark hair I look like I could qualify for Hitler's master race.

This greasy little man kept coming over and whispering his propaganda in my ear and leaving. Soon here he was again.

Finally I turned to him and sweetly (I think I even batted my eyelashes) and loudly said, "Didn't he tell you I'm Jewish?"

That greasy little man backed away from me so fast with his hands and arms in front of him like I was burning him.

My husband was roaring with laughter. So were a lot of other people. 

As soon as he could breathe I took my husband (and my sister) home.