Not even considering the weird *** dream and the fact that I suspect we may have a small carbon monoxide leak(to be honest, I have little reason to be suspicious but I'm getting a detector in the morning when I get off work just in case). No, I'm talking about the people evangelizing at me.
On Monday morning, I was pumping some gas when some car pulls up next to me and a rather hot young woman tries to give me a copy of The Watchtower. In hindsight, I should have asked if that was some new Justice League comic. Or made some kind of lewd comment about her feeling my holy spirit inside her(because if I'm gonna be creeped out, she should be too). Or brandished a cross and shouted "GET BEHIND ME, SATAN! BEHIND ME!" in an imitation of Born in East LA.
Just now, I had some lady come in to the hotel looking to rent a room. While I'm checking her in, she asks me if I'm a Christian. I'm more or less Catholic, so I said yes. While I'm typing in her address and whatnot for the folio, she's telling me all about how she's filled with the Holy Spirit and so on and so forth. And all I can think is how much I want to quote Sacred Blacksmith to make her go away. You know, the one about slaying God. Also, just now, as I was working on looking for the quote I was thinking of from Sacred Blacksmith, she walked by and told me she wants to take a bunch of the candy from our candy dish "to the victims in New Orleans". More stuff: I think she believes Jesus is talking to her -like right now right now- which I have to accept as a possibility, but rationally I think she's ******* crazy.