Walking down the sidewalk next to church today, I noticed out of the corner of my eye a car slow down and roll down its window. Ready to give directions, I stopped and turned, only to be greeted by three guys leaning out the window leering at me. “Hey baby, can I go to church with you?” the driver drawled, one arm hanging outside the car.
“Seriously? You’re hitting on me?” I yelled incredulously. “It’s nine o’ clock in the morning! I’m next to a church! I’m holding a Bible! What’s wrong with you?”
They drove away quickly, not prepared for encountering crazy on a Sunday morning.
I continued walking, indignant.
But in my head I secretly thought Damn, I still got it.
3 Comments
Sunday, February 10, 2008 at 4:34 pm
this totally cracks me up. I knew there were perks to this profession.
Sunday, February 10, 2008 at 5:08 pm
Churches and Bibles make everyone hotter.
Next Sunday, try wearing a robe with giant-80’s/football player shoulder pads that hides your entire body with yards and yards of polyester. Works for me everytime.
You will have to peel men off of you.
Sunday, February 8, 2009 at 5:14 pm
That’s awesome