Good Friday: Jeebus croaks, buried in cave. Seems normal enough.
Easter Sunday: People check cave, Jeebus gone! What the?!
Saturday: Obviously, a scam of epic proportions is taking place.
Every year, for as far back as I can remember, my parents and their friends have celebrated Scam Saturday by getting together in the late afternoon, making a mountain of perogies, and then spending the evening eating them, laughing, drinking wine, and having a good time. It was always a fun occasion for me, even if I was one of the few kids present. I haven’t gone to Scam Saturday in years, but every year the questionable-day-in-between always makes me smile and think of delicious perogies.
Happy Scam Saturday.
