Anti-Bush Man

Today a few friends and I went to pray outside Planned Parenthood in West Chester as part of the 40 Days for Life initiative. It was going pretty well... we met some new people... including a young man who drove up and started yelling "Stand behind the line! You're trespassing! Get behind the white line! I'm going to call the police! I work here! I'm calling the police! You're trespassing! That's it! What, do you people have nothing better to do? Why don't you go protest the war? The war in Iraq? Yeah, that's right, I bet every single one of you voted for Bush. That's right, stay here and tell everyone about all the 'kids dying' but ignore Iraq! You're all a bunch of losers! I'm calling the police!"*

So then he went inside and turned on all the lights. We were trying to figure out what his job was. I guessed that maybe he was vacuuming or something. And then we saw him through the window, and he was vacuuming all the offices. He never called the police.

The whole two hours were pretty awkward. Also, I apologize. I wanted this to be a funny-awkward blog, but oh well. I also kind of wanted to be arrested tonight, and it looks like I struck out on that one too.

*Entire rant has been censored.

Cafeteria Man

Yesterday in the cafe I was concocting a mouth-watering ice cream treat, as I am wont to do. One of the cafeteria workers who was arranging the donuts beside me watched me spoon marshmallows on top and remarked, "That's fattening, you know." I stopped and looked at him. "What, these marshmallows??" He chuckled and shook his head. "Naw, the ice cream." I gave him an even sterner look. Awkward pause. "Well, now, hon, you don't be needing to worry 'bout that. You lookin' pretty good."