That Bible really makes you look hot

Walking down the sidewalk next to church today, I noticed out of the corner of my eye a car slow down and roll down its window. Ready to give directions, I stopped and turned, only to be greeted by three guys leaning out the window leering at me. “Hey baby, can I go to church with you?” the driver drawled, one arm hanging outside the car.

“Seriously? You’re hitting on me?” I yelled incredulously. “It’s nine o’ clock in the morning! I’m next to a church! I’m holding a Bible! What’s wrong with you?”

They drove away quickly, not prepared for encountering crazy on a Sunday morning.

I continued walking, indignant.

But in my head I secretly thought Damn, I still got it.