A church on the outskirts of my small town has a very large auditorium with a sizeable stage, and as such, is often willing to rent out the space for the local thespians to perform at. During an intermission of one such performance, I end up passing through the lobby and witness a man (who looks and sounds intoxicated) enter and approach the receptionist.
Receptionist: “Can I help you?”
Drunk Man: “Yeah, you can tell everyone in this s*** hole to go stab themselves.”
I am shocked. The receptionist makes a face, but quickly recovers.
Receptionist: “May I ask why?”
Drunk Man: “Because only a worthless piece of f*** would be praying to some d***-bag in the sky in the first place, and we’d all be better off without people like that.”
Receptionist: “I see. Well, I’m not going to be telling anyone anything of the sort.”
Drunk Man: “Why not?”
Receptionist: “I have at least seven reasons, but I think the only one you’re going to care about is that there’s a play going on, not a church service. There’s no guarantee that anyone here is actually of the faith that you’re insulting to begin with.”
Drunk Man: “…On a Sunday?”
Receptionist: “Today is Monday.”
The drunk man pulls out his phone, fiddles with it for a moment, and then leaves. The receptionist follows him out, then comes back in and draws her own phone; as I’m leaving the lobby, I hear her reporting a drunk driver to the police.
Having An Ungodly Bad Monday
A church on the outskirts of my small town has a very large auditorium with a sizeable stage, and as such, is often willing to rent out the space for the local thespians to perform at. During an intermission of one such performance, I end up passing through the lobby and witness a man (who looks and sounds intoxicated) enter and approach the receptionist.
Receptionist: “Can I help you?”
Drunk Man: “Yeah, you can tell everyone in this s*** hole to go stab themselves.”
I am shocked. The receptionist makes a face, but quickly recovers.
Receptionist: “May I ask why?”
Drunk Man: “Because only a worthless piece of f*** would be praying to some d***-bag in the sky in the first place, and we’d all be better off without people like that.”
Receptionist: “I see. Well, I’m not going to be telling anyone anything of the sort.”
Drunk Man: “Why not?”
Receptionist: “I have at least seven reasons, but I think the only one you’re going to care about is that there’s a play going on, not a church service. There’s no guarantee that anyone here is actually of the faith that you’re insulting to begin with.”
Drunk Man: “…On a Sunday?”
Receptionist: “Today is Monday.”
The drunk man pulls out his phone, fiddles with it for a moment, and then leaves. The receptionist follows him out, then comes back in and draws her own phone; as I’m leaving the lobby, I hear her reporting a drunk driver to the police.