“… and he goes around crying poverty with a Christmas ham under his arm!” Harold finishes the story he’s telling to Roy and me at a Bed-Stuy coffeeshop.
“That’s such a Southern phrase,” I say, because really, who says things like that?
“Is it?” Harold asks.
“Well, it’s not a Jewish phrase.” Roy says.
“You mean, because of the ham part?”
“And also the Christmas part.” Roy says.