About every first Saturday of each month or so, these people stand on the busiest intersection of town and shout Bible verses at the passers-by.
The women wear skirts and the men wear polo shirts tucked in to khakis.
As I slowed down for the red light, I sighed, closed the windows, and cranked the AC.
When the light turned green, I drove off forgetting all about them.
The other day a co-worker quoted a bible verse to me in response to a question I had about workflow. I wanted to shoot myself.
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