I don’t know what it is about me that makes crazy Christians want to witness to me, but they sure do. And, apparently not just in this town.
Today, Husband and I were on our way back from Charleston/Isle of Palms when we got hungry and stopped at a crappy ol’ chain restaurant. It does have a good salad bar, so that was why we chose it. Before we could get in, we were outside waiting to be seated. Oh and minding our business. Did I mention that?
All of a sudden, this lady sat down beside me and asked when the baby was due. Not unusual these day, so I said oh in about a month. Then she asked if he’s a boy or a girl, which I answered, and then she went what the kids call ‘there’. Oh, a king.
I knew that couldn’t be good. Nobody but someone who was about to preach to us would call our unborn child a king. I wanted to say well, not really. We’re more like peasants. But, I just smiled.
Next thing out of her mouth, literally, was do you believe in the lord and saviour Jesus Christ? WTF? Come on people. I must really look like I need savin’. She went on to talk about her church and how we were invited to attend. She said she felt our hearts and knew it wasn’t that we didn’t believe but that we were still searching. Yeah lady, I’m searching for a way to get the hell away from you.
She also said that she wasn’t one to force religion or her beliefs on others. Just before asking if we wanted to visit the church’s website since we didn’t live there and couldn’t attend. Uh, no. I would really love it if people would back the FFFFFFFFFFFFFF off.
Aside from that, the babymoon was great! We had a wonderful, relaxing time and really soaked in the peace and alone time. Saturday was pretty much perfect, and there is nothing better than sitting on the beach and listening to the ocean. Except maybe sitting outside at a riverfront restaurant, watching the sun set, enjoying a nice breeze and stuffing your face with delicious food. Aaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!