Okay, I was not going to post today. Today is Ash Wednesday, and it is a busy day for Catholics. We go to work, and at lunchtime, we go to Church, attending Mass and getting an ashen cross on our foreheads. Then back to work, and home. It sort of cuts the day short, and I don't really post on days when I have so much to do.
But I had an interesting experience today, and the experience just presented itself. When opportunity knocks . . . .
So after getting my ashes, I was motoring back towards my work. On the way, I passed a store that I had been meaning to visit in a few weeks. Being the good multi-tasker, I turned into their parking lot and entered the store quickly. Still on my lunch hour and late as all get out.
The store is, how shall I put it, a lingerie boutique. I start shopping, looking for something special. Not lingerie. Let's just call it, "cherry flavored." I grab the product – because I had run out nearly a month ago – and head to the cash register.
As I was getting out my credit card, the woman at the counter sort of snickers.
"Er," she starts, "I did not expect to see your type in the store today."
"My type," I respond, handing her my credit card, "whatever do you mean?"
"Religious," was the only response.
I was not offended – I saw this as a teaching moment. I tell her that religious does not mean sexless, and that I was buying it in preparation of Valentine's Day, for my husband. I further explained that St. Valentine was a Catholic saint. And I said something about him not being responsible for what happened in Chicago. When she did not get the reference, I thought perhaps I got the city wrong.
At least I was not buying a dildo.
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