There is a very large "Catholic" store in DC about 4 blocks from
the White House. I wanted to get several cards to mark
Jesus birthday and went in this afternoon, and a gift for Connie.
As I entered this shop, probably 10 customers were in the store.
It was quiet, "pious," as you can imagine.
An agitated late 20ish store clerk went bustling from his counter
at my left, in front of me, hurriedly to a man who also was walking
in, behind me at my right. "YOU, YOU can't be in here! Out!
OUT!" I glanced at this man, roughly my age, bundled in one of
those emergency shelter blankets, scruffy, obviously a street
person. "And you call this a 'Catholic Shop?'" I asked the clerk
firmly, but not unkindly or disrespectfully. He responded not
inappropriately, and a bit contritely, "He vandalizes things when
he comes in the store." "Well, I can understand that you can't
have that, but he should be treated with the respect due EVERY
human none the less."
"Are you OK," condescendingly, smarmily came the question from
an early 30ish, very handsome, oily black haired, Wall Street banker
suited guy I immediately judged to be the store manger / corporate
manger. I stood looking somewhat blankly at his insincerity, that he
might see it as well; giving him the chance to reconsider his dirty
approach and profoundly Anti-Christlike attitudes and prejudices.
"Are you OK?" came the question again; and he weakly extended
his hand for a handshake. As I took his totally tepid handshake
I said, "Yes, I am OK. But I don't think you are really concerned
whether I am OK." It was obvious that he immediately judged
that this guy in a US Flag hat and scarf, camouflage coat, plastic
bags and saddles on feet was yet another "bum" psycho trash
to be thrown out of his Catholic Shop.
He slithered away. For a moment I returned my eyes to the rack
of cards with Jesus on them, and then thought to glance at him
as he walked toward his office. He was in full sneer at an associate
indicating sooooooooo unmistakable, "Can you believe that
wierdo trash joke I just spoke to?"
I had caught his eye again by glancing his way.
"Are you associated with what here calls itself a 'Catholic Shop?'"
I asked across the store, respectfully. "Yes," he replied.
Having given him this last chance to see his Evil, I went and bought
my cards at Barnes and Nobel.
When at a long BN cahier's isle it was my turn, from about
4 registers down a mid 20's, very attractive clerk sang out
"May I help you sir!" looking squarely at me with a smile that may
eclipse fossil fuel as a risk for melting the glaciers. And every other
clerk was as nice and respectful, kind, genuine and WARM!!!
God save us from the Christians, and ESPECIALLY the God Damn
Pedophile Papists Perverts.
There is far less "room at the Inn" today than in Jesus day.
Your brother,
Start
ps: As I left BN I thanked them for their kindness and gave them
a 20 second version of the Catholic Store story loud enough
for the 20 folks around the hear. Two days before Christmas.
the White House. I wanted to get several cards to mark
Jesus birthday and went in this afternoon, and a gift for Connie.
As I entered this shop, probably 10 customers were in the store.
It was quiet, "pious," as you can imagine.
An agitated late 20ish store clerk went bustling from his counter
at my left, in front of me, hurriedly to a man who also was walking
in, behind me at my right. "YOU, YOU can't be in here! Out!
OUT!" I glanced at this man, roughly my age, bundled in one of
those emergency shelter blankets, scruffy, obviously a street
person. "And you call this a 'Catholic Shop?'" I asked the clerk
firmly, but not unkindly or disrespectfully. He responded not
inappropriately, and a bit contritely, "He vandalizes things when
he comes in the store." "Well, I can understand that you can't
have that, but he should be treated with the respect due EVERY
human none the less."
"Are you OK," condescendingly, smarmily came the question from
an early 30ish, very handsome, oily black haired, Wall Street banker
suited guy I immediately judged to be the store manger / corporate
manger. I stood looking somewhat blankly at his insincerity, that he
might see it as well; giving him the chance to reconsider his dirty
approach and profoundly Anti-Christlike attitudes and prejudices.
"Are you OK?" came the question again; and he weakly extended
his hand for a handshake. As I took his totally tepid handshake
I said, "Yes, I am OK. But I don't think you are really concerned
whether I am OK." It was obvious that he immediately judged
that this guy in a US Flag hat and scarf, camouflage coat, plastic
bags and saddles on feet was yet another "bum" psycho trash
to be thrown out of his Catholic Shop.
He slithered away. For a moment I returned my eyes to the rack
of cards with Jesus on them, and then thought to glance at him
as he walked toward his office. He was in full sneer at an associate
indicating sooooooooo unmistakable, "Can you believe that
wierdo trash joke I just spoke to?"
I had caught his eye again by glancing his way.
"Are you associated with what here calls itself a 'Catholic Shop?'"
I asked across the store, respectfully. "Yes," he replied.
Having given him this last chance to see his Evil, I went and bought
my cards at Barnes and Nobel.
When at a long BN cahier's isle it was my turn, from about
4 registers down a mid 20's, very attractive clerk sang out
"May I help you sir!" looking squarely at me with a smile that may
eclipse fossil fuel as a risk for melting the glaciers. And every other
clerk was as nice and respectful, kind, genuine and WARM!!!
God save us from the Christians, and ESPECIALLY the God Damn
Pedophile Papists Perverts.
There is far less "room at the Inn" today than in Jesus day.
Your brother,
Start
ps: As I left BN I thanked them for their kindness and gave them
a 20 second version of the Catholic Store story loud enough
for the 20 folks around the hear. Two days before Christmas.
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