Excuse me sir, do you believe in jesus?

For lunch today, I tripped out to my chiropractor for some bone-cracking, muscle probing fun.  Her dedication to distract me as her thumbs gauged my erector spinae and internal/external abdominal obliques was admirable.  If not useless.  Because DAMN, woman, fuck if I'm coming back next week!!!!

On the way home I was stopped by a dapper gent in a navy suit with a pink striped shirt.  A short guy with a fade and some shadow-stubble around his jawline.  I assumed he was gay and he looked lost.  So when he indicated that he had a question for me I quickly oriented myself to my geography and was prepared to point out an avenue, a neighborhood, a subway entrance or the nearest Starbucks.  

Alas.  He stumbled through an as yet unrehearsed preamble about his organization and a survey of sorts and then he went in for the kill, "Do you know of the bible?  Do you believe in the bible?"

I wanted to say yes to the first and no to the second but then I, too, was afflicted by a case of the stumbles - he tricked me!!!  Pseudo-gay bastard was converting from WITHIN!!!   So before I could defend myself I got a follow-up, "Do you believe in the biblical mother?  The heavenly female form?"  

Heh. 

What an easy way out.  

Sucker.    

Yes.  No.  No.  Yes.  *insert walking away thinking about the beauty of pallindromes*