And then Harry had a moment while he watched Shookie scurry off to the men's room. He just had a near parallel event to when Alvy hired him at the bar mitzvah luncheon. A successful vulgarian makes him an out-of-the-blue proposition at an affair over hors d'oevres at a time when he was needed to get into a new situation. He wished that he had a witness there, someone who had been with him during both those moments, someone to tell him that it couldn't just be coincidence, that other forces were st work, some other-wordly entity like Fred Flintstone's buddy the Great Gazoo, someone to explain that moment of epiphany.
It's not like Harry had much, if any faith in God or that he was put on earth for a reason. He would've like to be one of those believers, but it all seemed so infantile to him. How could a world so full of misery and peril be the work of some grand master? Why bother creating so much crap, so much chaos?
But if there were other forces at work, then it was all kind of hysterical. Theatre of the absurd. What if that's that's how God was manifesting himself to Harry? Moses had his burning bush, Harry had his hors d'oevres.
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