I was atrociously late to a seder because of a hospital shift.
All to say, when my rabbi opened the door for Elijah, he yelped when I was on his door step with an appearance akin to surviving a war, a beyond exhausted expression, and an iced coffee larger than my head.
I didn't even register his surprise when I asked, still in the door way "Hey, could i have some wine?"
I am both flattered and terrified at this comparison.

















