Sounds like a great entry for a joke, but this time, it happens to be the opening for a great story...
We went to Starbuck's today for a hot dark roast for me (hazelnut and cream, no sugar), and an iced coffee for Marcella. While waiting, the old man behind Marcella, apparently having read the back of her shirt, wanted to know what the front of her shirt said. She was wearing a Crass shirt, the one that says on the back "the nature of your oppression is the aesthetic of our anger". The front says "Jesus died for his own sins, not mine". I was a little anxious, worried that a Christian rant might be impending if we tell him. So I politely tell him it might offend him. He smiles real big at me and tells me nothing offends him, that he has a real liberal MySpace and I probably wouldn't let Marcella on it. So, I figure, what the fuck. I tell him what her shirt says (The Jesus part is faded out and hard to read). He immediately grins, and tells us "well, of course he did", and that he worships no god but himself. Marcella and I were in awe, and were giggling...he had us laughing. We ended up talking about Richard Dawkins and PZ Meyers, and it was the greatest thing. And in Norco, home of the neverending "Yes on Prop 8" signs. Sweet. The best part is, he was wearing a military vet cap. There's an old quote, I think by MacArthur or someone like that, that there are no atheists in foxholes. I think we've just proven that wrong. In fact, I figure that's exactly where atheists would BE made...when you're down in the foxholes, in the trenches, and shells are whizzing over your head and your buddies are dying all around you...that's the precise moment you realize there is no God.
Weirdest thing that happened today: Marcella's phone was "auto filling" during a text...and after she typed "I want a" the phone filled in the gap with "cool bitch". WTF??
Posted by Lysa at June 14, 2009 1:33 AM