Today I almost hit a priest with my car. I am not religious and I am not sure of what denomination he was (didn't wear the sign above his head). However, I will go out on the limb and say that he was most likely a Catholic priest...had the black button down shirt, but was missing his clerical collar...so why am I sure he was Catholic? Because that would be just my luck...my grandmother was and she tried to get me accustomed to the spiritual world, but that didn't work out as planned. (Even at six I had too many questions...like the whole Holy Trinity was beyond my grasp at that age...still can't make sense out of it...logically speaking. Do I hear thunder?)
So here he jumps out from Chipotle between parked vehicles right onto the street in front of my car. I have done enough things in my life to be on the fastrack to hell, hitting a priest will not get me any brownie points (perhaps hell...now that I think of it). Considering he ate at Chipotle he most likely needed to get to the restroom, unless of course there was a religious emergency (I am sure they have those). Don't they teach clergy to look both ways before crossing...or was he just thinking "I got God on my side" and I'm gonna go for it.
My heart stopped for a tiny bit. Anyhow, he lived, I am not off to Hell (yet) and everyone lived happily ever after. (Thank Lord my brother replaced my brakes last week, otherwise there would be a church without a sermon this Sunday in Phoenix and I am way to pretty for prison :).)
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