Pigs in a Blanket

This weekend I was working a catering event, a Bat Mitzvah.  I was given a tray of kosher hot dogs in a blanket which is usually a huge crowd pleaser - and it was, for most of the party.  I was in a groove, feeling pretty good about getting down to the last 5 apps on my plate - I of course hit up the fat kid to take a few off my hands - then with only 2 left I stop by a little group in the corner that I feared was not getting their fair share of hors d'oeuvres.  Without looking up (being I was in the passing zone) I exclaimed as loud and as joyful as can be "pigs in a blanket?" On account of seeing no hands reach for my tray, and a feeling of being stabbed through the group's eyes, I looked up to find myself starring at pair of Payots under a black top hat, (yup, those curly side burns that orthodox Jewish men have), I then looked down at the 3 boys who are showing signs of their first sidecurls - while the mother remarked in her full length, full sleeve, turtle necked black dress with flat black books: "Uh God get those out of here."  Needless to say, the Orthodox Jewish guests did not care for Pigs in a Blanket.