I really like the fact that there is this geeky little phrase that people say to each other on this day of the year. This morning, people I know greeted each other by saying “May the fourth be with you.”
It’s really stupid, but everyone smiles and feels like they’ve gone through a ritual of tribal bonding. Sort of, I guess, like being in the A.V. Club in Hawkins Indiana.
Two years ago today, some friends and I went to an “Escape the Room” experience in Stuttgart Germany. The operator, who clearly spoke English only as a second language, greeted us with a hearty “May the Fourth be with you!”
I love that we could so quickly bond with somebody from a different country, and even a different language. What I love even more is that it was done through a ritual that is so wonderfully, happily stupid.
Even better: In the Midwest where we have a lot of Lutherans, we usually respond “and also with you.”