(October 17, 2011 at 4:31 pm)Strongbad Wrote: Number one annoyance: They "bless" me every time I fucking sneeze.
Number two: They wait for me to "bless" them every time they fucking sneeze.
Several years ago I was waiting in town for the last bus to take my beloved fiancée Sam home (this was before we'd moved in together). It was a cold evening and the bus was, predictably, late. As well as the two of us there was about half a dozen large West Indian ladies, of the type normally to be found at gospel revivalist groups. Anyway, after what seemed like hours, the lights of the bus appeared over the brow of the hill. "Hallelujah!" murmured Sam under her breath, triggering a Pavlovian reaction from one of our queuemates: "Praise the Lord!"
Sam and I were fighting to keep from laughing the whole journey.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
