I’m not big on organized religion. I believe in a higher power but I don’t believe that my beliefs should be force fed to anyone no matter how misguided I think they are.
Which is one of the reasons why I take such delight in tormenting door-to-door religious zealots. I also take pleasure in teasing street preachers… like what happened today…
I’ve got a free afternoon since I finished my freelance writing assignment early. So, after negotiating with the Red Queen, I decided to take in a matinee. Since I promised the RQ that I would wait to see Hellboy with her sometime next week, I chose to watch Walking Tall with The Rock. Carefree and happily enjoying the sunny day, I meandered across Market by the Old Navy store. Today, there was a street preacher condemning all passersby to eternal damnation. As I strolled past sipping a Venti Iced Caramel Machiatto, he asked me, “Son, have you found God?”
I stopped and said, “I didn’t know he was missing. Is there a reward?”
He looked at me for a minute and realized that it was probably more trouble than it was worth to try and save me. He waved a hand at me and with that, I’m destined to walk the fires of hell for all eternity.