Bra shopping.

The following is an encounter with a nearly unbearably sweet little Asian woman at Ross today. Yes, this really did happen. Her English, however, was a little more broken than what I've recorded here.

Her: Excuse me, can I ask you a question?

Me: ... Sure.

Do you go to church?

...No.

Do you believe in God?

No...

So you're not Christian?

No....

Then what religion do you practice?

I don't have one, I'm an atheist.

Ahh, how old are you?

Nineteen.

So you're in high school?

No, I'm in college.

Well, I'm Christian and my church has a Bible Study group every week. I want to invite you to come sometime. We discuss the Bible and have a lot of fun.

Uhhhh... I don't think so.

Do you read the Bible?

I mean, I think it's fascinating, but bible study isn't really my thing....

It's a lot of fun, you should come. Just one time?

No, thanks, sorry.

There are a lot of things wrong with this; I won't even address them. Let us just bask in the idea that somebody cared enough to try Save me today. Savor it. It feels good.

But it feels better to be a heathen.