I Blame the Greeks

Mark told me he did not want any of the chicken salad I had made.

He said, "I'm not offending you."

"Oh good," I said.  (It's so nice to know when you are not being offended.)

He said, "I don't blame you.  I blame the Greeks."

Then he said, "Wait, is that a Greek salad?"

I said, "No."

He said, "Oh, well then.  Never mind."

The Greeks are officially off the hook.