|Art c/o Dawn Ann|
"Beware Greeks Bearing Gifts"
The sign hung in a conspicuous spot on my house - namely at eye level on my front door. One could certainly say I was up front with my precautions. I'll grant this was about as enticing as a "caveat emptor" sign above a cash register, but it was honest nonetheless. It was pointless arguing with me about it - after all, I'd put up the sign.
"It's just a salad," she insisted again. I pointed at my sign. Again. She paused.
"But I'm not Greek," she said.
"Prove it," I said.
"What? Ugh. How?"
"Everyone's Greek until proven otherwise. And those who can? Very possibly sneaky Greeks."