on my way home from work yesterday, i decided to get all the errands i had been putting off all week out of the way, and walked around in a huge circle for about an hour and a half, checking things off my list.
although it wasn't too hot out, it was hot enough, and i was wearing flip flops, and was pretty tired from a late night and getting up early for work. by the time i got to union square to hop the L back home, i was ready to kick up my feet and nap.
that's when it happened - the sidewalk was blocked by a folding card table with all these freshly-scrubbed, midwestern looking kids smiling in red smocks. in order to get around them, you had to walk smack into a few other shiny, smiling, smock kids who were also sporting leaflets. grrreaaat..... are they corporate shills, handing out the new promotional item for some cable network? nyu students, championing some obscure cause? i do the "head down, pick up the pace, don't talk to me" thing, but these kids are incorrigible... one lanky blond guy, who looks all of 17, steps directly in my path.
"ma'am" he says, (ma'am, what the fuck?) "ma'am, prayer creates change!" as he grins from ear to ear and shoves a piece of paper, which I'm assuming is a prayer, in my face.
then i realize, the smocks read something like "better living through prayer" and these brainwashed kids who were probably bused in here from someplace to heal the heathens of new york are FUNDAMENTALISTS!!
"ma'am," he, now creepily, says again, "ma'am, prayer creates CHANGE!" and he blinks and smiles waiting for me to polietly take the prayer.
"so does satan...." i reply, wink, and easily walk around him, leaving some stunned, seventeen year old bible-thumper with a great story to tell all his friends in jesus camp back home…
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