This past weekend found me in the sunshine with a book in my hand wandering around my neighborhood for suitable reading spots. My only requirements were a something to lean against and a spot in full view of the sun. I spotted a bench in an empty churchyard and took full advantage of it.

Dumb.

The problem with religious folk is that they are friendly. Too damn friendly for my liking. And so there I sat soaking up rays and reading a little Balinese folktale called “The Painted Folktale” by Diana Darling — fabulous recommendation, Mom — and every stinking person that walked by felt it absolutely necessary to say hi or strike up a conversation with me. I made it through only by appearing engrossed in the book and pretty much ignoring the church goers.

My favorite though was when the Mormon guy came to the Church looking for people to witness to. Honest to God (haha), as soon as he showed up all the Church folk disappeared. So really, deep in their religious hearts, they wanted nothing to do with  religious people either.

Vindication.

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