A random conversation with my offspring yesterday morning…
OS: That guy’s always sitting there.
Me: Perhaps he’s Guardian of the Milk Crates.
OS: Maybe he’s waiting for Jesus.
Me: Well if Jesus ever shows up at a convenience store, you be sure to let me know.
OS: You know that even if it’s a guy that looks like Jesus, I’m still calling you.
Me: And what would he look like?
OS: You know, he floats down on a cloud, with long flowing hair, wearing sunglasses and playing a guitar.
Me: On his own personal cloud?
OS: Of course, he’s Jesus. And they’re epic aviator sunglasses like 4 sizes too big.
Me: Is he black or white? Continue reading