We used to get Jewish people come door to door when we lived in London. They'd stare at whoever opened the door, at the mezzuzah, back at whoever opened the door and then back away slowly. It was fun.
I just went on a sorrel hunt. I have the impression I was the only Anglo in the store, because the checkout lady didn't bother speak to me in English. I almost spoke to her in Spanish (an actual full sentence with vocab and shit came to mind) and then decided to eff that and not embarrass myself. Still! The sentence was grammatically correct, even if only three words long.
So, uh, that incident with the security guard over a week ago? Yeah, it got followed up and the guard interviewed and procedures changed.
So. I'd almost feel bad for the guy, 99% chance it was stupidity on his part, but needs to learn. Official policy now ixnay on the approaching people in the garage without being summoned. Seems like a good call.
I have discovered, over the years, that the more eccentric I look, the less likely people are to talk to me about religion. I guess the evangelical types figure there's no hope for me anyway, so why expend the effort.
ita, your sorrel is my hibiscus, right? (Or jamaica!) I still haven't gotten to the right neighborhoods to find that here. Boo. Actually, maybe looking for sorrel is my way in.
Jesse, I sure hope so. Because that's what I bought. It
looks
like sorrel, but I'm not usually the sorrel-maker, so I might be remembering it wrong.
Uh, sorry in advance if I did, bon. Because I am gonna make you drink this.
Best Star Trek image ever.
I don't see anything about
Star Trek
in that image, ita.
I don't see anything about Star Trek in that image, ita.
I think that's part of the joke.
I guess the evangelical types figure there's no hope for me anyway, so why expend the effort.
Huh. I would think they'd be all over you, assuming that you're an extra big score for Jesus.
When I was a little kid, other kids would ask me what my god was called.
My mom told me to tell them to ask their priest, and he would explain it.
I have discovered, over the years, that the more eccentric I look, the less likely people are to talk to me about religion. I guess the evangelical types figure there's no hope for me anyway, so why expend the effort.
Although my clothes don't make me stand out the way Jilli's do, I've noticed that small town Christian types tend to shy away from me when I'm wearing a leather jacket. Even the conservative brown jacket I used to have.
