Marash Girl was so upset with the results of the United States presidential election that she decided she had to get out into the sunshine, but there was no sun shining through the windows of her domicile (which was on the north side of an old Victorian duplex "side-by-side"), so she decided to head out for the sunniest spot she knew at that hour of the morning, the sunny side of the McDonald's restaurant down the Lake (Nonantum, for those of you who are not familiar with the local parlance).
She sat herself at a booth on the east side of the restaurant, hoping the sun would heal the hurt she felt. Upon hearing Armenian being spoken in the booth behind, her ears perked up, and she turned to see if she knew the speakers. No, she did not know the speakers, but she recognized the physiognomy and the language, so decided to engage the couple in conversation, as they were, after all, her "askagan".
And, yes, they were Armenians from Turkey, now American citizens, having lived in the United States for (not sure how) many years. But their faces and their accents certainly identified them for Marash Girl. Marash Girl soon turned the conversation to the recent ban on immigration into the United States, the ban imposed by the United States' recently elected President. Marash Girl asked these folks their thoughts.
"Well, do you want your taxes to go to feed folks who can't afford to feed themselves? Who can't get jobs? Who can't get housing?" the Armenian now American man asked her.
Marash Girl replied. "Jesus said, 'What you do to the least of these you do unto me.'" (Matthew 25:40)
The Armenian man got up out of the booth and stormed out of the room exclaiming loudly, "You're too damn religious!"