The good news: I got laid off this week! WOO! (No, really, I wanted this week off. *happy dance*)
Anyway, Jess was laid off, too, so I picked up her paycheck and met her at Dunkin Donuts to give it to her and tell her what was up at work. So we're standing outside Dunkin Donuts at her car talking about work and Supernatural when this heavyset middle-aged guy walks past us ... and then turns right around and walks up to us.
At first he's all, "How about these gas prices dropping?", which ... okay, whatever. Then he starts in on religion (uh-oh), and the next thing I know he's "politely" ranting about "towelheads" and how everybody who doesn't believe in Jesus is going to Hell and how Allah doesn't exist and how some big black guy with a "Castro beard" tried to pull a gun from his bag and attack him for shouting in a minimart about how everybody had to accept Jesus or go to Hell and how was all of that rude?
I must have remarkable restraint because at no time did I turn to him and say the two words that would have just made things worse: "I'm Wiccan."
Of course, I also didn't say what I really wanted to, which was, "Well, I've really got to go. That gay incest porn won't write itself!"
Also, from now on, regardless of the fact that, say, I'm in an entirely different state than the one I live in on a Thursday night at seven, I'm going to say goodbye to people with, "Well, I've got to go. I'm late for church."
Anyway, Jess was laid off, too, so I picked up her paycheck and met her at Dunkin Donuts to give it to her and tell her what was up at work. So we're standing outside Dunkin Donuts at her car talking about work and Supernatural when this heavyset middle-aged guy walks past us ... and then turns right around and walks up to us.
At first he's all, "How about these gas prices dropping?", which ... okay, whatever. Then he starts in on religion (uh-oh), and the next thing I know he's "politely" ranting about "towelheads" and how everybody who doesn't believe in Jesus is going to Hell and how Allah doesn't exist and how some big black guy with a "Castro beard" tried to pull a gun from his bag and attack him for shouting in a minimart about how everybody had to accept Jesus or go to Hell and how was all of that rude?
I must have remarkable restraint because at no time did I turn to him and say the two words that would have just made things worse: "I'm Wiccan."
Of course, I also didn't say what I really wanted to, which was, "Well, I've really got to go. That gay incest porn won't write itself!"
Also, from now on, regardless of the fact that, say, I'm in an entirely different state than the one I live in on a Thursday night at seven, I'm going to say goodbye to people with, "Well, I've got to go. I'm late for church."
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Date: 2007-01-19 03:35 am (UTC)*cough*
I'm annoying that way.
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Date: 2007-01-19 03:12 pm (UTC)Um, also, though it sounds weird...hooray for laying off! Enjoy it and write some good stuff. Or just lay (lie?) around in your pjs and watch TV. Whichever.
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Date: 2007-01-19 03:43 pm (UTC)I had a woman like that come up to a friend of mine and I in a mall once...
I said "Oh, nice to meet you... I'm a witch, and this is my friend Demon... " (Demon is his nickname) and I gave her a nice evil grin.
She just froze with this shocked look on her face...
*giggle*
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Date: 2007-01-19 05:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-19 07:22 pm (UTC)*rolls eyes*
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