I had to share.
Put yourself in my shoes. When you make hotel reservations do you want to hear about how someone’s grandfather would have died at Bergen-Belsen had it been liberated just one week later? No. Of course not. All you want to do is give your name, specify what kind of bed you want (I personally prefer a king-size bed, but I’ll take a queen if that’s what’s available), find out what time check-in is, and then that’s that. The last thing you want is to be on the line for another 25 minutes while somebody you don’t even know tells an incredibly intense story about how, to this day, a great uncle is haunted by his experience at Buchenwald.
I literally can’t remember the last time I called a hotel and the Holocaust didn’t come up. Sometimes the call will go pretty smoothly. I’ll get to the part where I give my credit card number and I’ll think, “Okay, we’re home free.” The call is just about to end, and then the hotel employee says something like, “I couldn’t help but notice…” and I think to myself, “Good Christ, here we go.”
The reason I like it is because it is making light of the situation instead of the usual dark seriousness of the topic. Perhaps a shoe in to better things?