Yesterday on Box Hill during my 30k walk, I encountered a guy, 30-ish, carrying a big crucifix and accompanied by a boy of about 10 carrying a small basket, both dressed in scarlet t-shirts. I was going to pass by without comment (feeling in a generous mood) but they stopped in front of me and the boy offered up his basket of chocolate eggs and said “Happy Easter”, which seemed to require a response. The conversation went like this:
Me: “You are both wasting your lives on a superstition” (carried on walking past).
Older guy (to my back): “Oh well. Peace to you anyway…”.
Me: (Stopped, turned): “Did I ask you for that?”
Him (boy stock still with a look of shock on his face): “What?”
Me: “What you just said. Did I ask you for that?”
Him: “Well, no…”.
Me: “In that case, keep your unsolicited comments to yourself in future. You might want to think about that.”
I turned and walked off, expecting another rejoinder, but none was forthcoming. I was ready to point out that he was using a child to pimp for his ludicrous cult and that IMHO he should be arrested.
Hopefully, the kid will now be asking a series of awkward questions, if the seed has, you know, fallen on rich ground…
Peace! 😉