Today, as my daughter and I were leaving the shoe store, I notice an older lady struggling to open the store door because her hands were full. The nice and respectful human I am, I walked over and held the door for her (my daughter helped of course). The lady, relieved, looks up at me, smiles, and then proceeds to read my shirt. Just then, the lady states I am disgraceful to wear such a joke of a shirt, especially on the sabbath day. Not wanting to start a fight with a geriatric in front of my 4 year old, I remained calm and collected and told the woman,"He boiled for your sins. You're welcome." I wish I could have come up with something catchier. Oh well. Just thought I would share :)
- Amelia Reay, a friendly Pastafarian, from AZ, USA.
