Tuesday, July 31st, 2007
So, our building has a stray-ish cat that hangs out under these big weeping bush doodads in the front of the building. It’s black and white, very cute, and somewhat skittish. It also looks like Hitler. GFI and I occasionally comment about the Hitler cat and how we can’t figure out where it belongs.
While out there watering my plants and chatting with my apartment manager, the cat was spooked and darted out from under one of the bushes. The apartment manager (who is very nice and I like very much, but who we will call Furley for the sake of this blog) was distracted by it and said, “Oh, there’s that old cat…”
And out of my mouth flew, quite enthusiastically, “Yeah, that’s the Hitler cat! He totally looks like Hitler…” trailing off, as I remembered Furley is Jewish.
So… seriously. How bad is it? Was that merely unfortunate timing, really bad taste or was that like paper cuts on his soul? The last thing I’d want to do is offend someone unintentionally. (I like to plan to be offensive. Heh.) Was it as bad as I imagine (I swear, I just didn’t think!) or is my political correctness just turned up to eleven?
I’m wondering…should I feel like a total schmo about this or was it offensive enough that I should apologize?