Two days ago, we were backing out from our driveway and were just straightening out our car to head on to the stop sign and into the MY long stretch of road. When I saw that the Dodge, long-bed white-colored truck was about to leave at the same time we left to attend that morning’s mass. Of course, I offered a subtle flick of my left middle finger disguised as a scratching of my head.
Three days ago, a fellow parishioner came up from behind the three of us. The old fart smiled and expected me to attend the following day’s Bible study. Maw and the her exchanged a few words in their Filipino language and all of us went our way, with the old fart smiling and making the “sign of the cross”. Later, I overhead a couple of old farts talk between themselves. They were behind us and headed for their cars, too. They mentioned something about prayers. Of course, I was making subtle faces and mumbling under my breath: WTF?! I wonder if these people take a hint: I don’t do religion.
Addendum- Last edited by FLYNN on 20110930 at 22:22:28 PM PDT: After our walk around the mall sometime last week, there sat a buck teeth white guy on one of the wooden benches near the water fountain. I stared at him and I saw one Chinese guy with his young family looking at the guy, too. The buck teeth guy had a silver wedding band on his left right finger and wore those black Canvase shoes with white rubber bottom. He wore mostly black and had a short, light hair color. I wanted to smash his face in with my fist.
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