Here’s the problem with having my job… I was just out to the store. On the way back I wound up stopped, waiting for traffic to clear before I walked across the street. While waiting, this guy flies at me out of nowhere, and starts screaming at me about God’s vengeance. I brace myself, and get set for a long, heated argument (I tend not to back down from these things).
I was two minutes into this when I suddenly realized that this guy is genuinely nuts. I mean “off his meds” nuts. He didn’t know me, and had never read anything I’ve written.
Funny, though, how much he sounded like every other religious nutbar who comes screaming at me on God’s behalf….