Dear Blond Lady at Walgreens:
I was very tired when you stopped me tonight, not to ask if knew where the vaseline was as I supposed to shine your very white teeth, but to share your "religious beliefs" with me. I told you I already belong to a church. I'm sorry I gazed at you in dazed horror when you said you were so glad we could rejoice in Christ together , but you looked like a Stepford wife and sounded like a robot.
I'm pretty sure you're responsible for the checkout boy's shitty mood too. Being a captive audience to that must have been horrifying.
The sleep walking episcopalian at Walgreens.