8. Holiday

Puck POV

I decided to let Sabrina pick the restaurant, so we ended up going to some weird Greek place. We walked in, and the first thing I saw was this really nerdy looking waiter. He stood up as we walked in. "Merry Christmas, my name is Chaz. Welcome to The Trojan Horse." (AN- sorry about the lame restaurant name, I had no idea what to call it, and I was reading the Iliad, so yeah.)

"Um, we're Jewish," I said, unable to resist messing with the waiter. Sabrina gave me a questioning look and I mouthed, 'go with it'. This was going to be fun!

"Oh, um, sorry. Happy Hanukah," he said. Poor guy was completely flustered.

"What do you mean by that? We're not Jewish, we're atheist," I said, completely confusing him.

"Yeah, who do you think you are, just throwing around 'Merry Christmas's and 'Happy Hanukah's," said Sabrina, catching on.

"But, you said you were Jewish," said Chaz. What a horrible name.

"Why would we say that? We're Christian." This was just too fun.

"M-m-merry C-c-christmas," he stuttered.

"We don't celebrate Christmas. How are you not getting this?" said Sabrina. What can I say? We were perfect for each other.

"Um, h-h-how about I-I just t-take y-you to your table?"

"But you haven't wished us a Happy Hanukah. What kind of establishment is this?" I was probably overdoing it, but this was just too much fun. I was shaking from suppressed laughter and Sabrina was doubled over in a silent laughing fit. That is, until the manager came.

"Is there a problem?" he asked, all business.

"Uh, no sir. We just want to be seated is all," Sabrina said, trying to be as polite as is possible while trying not to laugh.

At this the manager turned to Chaz. "Why haven't you shown them to a table?"

"It's not my fault, sir. They keep insisting that I need to tell them Merry Christmas or Happy Hanukah before they'll be seated but they won't make up their minds. One second they're Christian, the next they're atheist, and then they're Jewish. It's just too much. I quit," Chaz said in a rush before running out of the restaurant. Talk about breakdowns.

"I'm sorry about that. I don't believe Chaz is completely stable at the moment," he said, seeming very unsettled. "May I show you to your seats?"

"Actually, I think we'll just go see a movie. But thanks anyway," said Sabrina. I was really glad she said that. There was no way I wanted to eat here. As we were walking out the door, I called over my shoulder, "Happy Holidays!" I love this time of year!

AN- I mean absolutely no offense with the whole religion thing. Sorry about how short it is. The next chapter will be longer. Please review!