[URBAN NOTE] Converts
Jun. 19th, 2005 12:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonaldAfter my streetcar passed the CHUMCity Building on Queen Street West last night, where The Killers were rehearsing for MuchMusic's upcoming MMTV awards, I overheard two people--both women, one in her 60s and the other in her 20s--talking about going to church two seats ahead of me. A young man about my age was sitting in the seat in between. He seemed to think for a moment, then he spoke to them.
- Hello, I couldn't help but hear you talk about Church. Would you like a pamphlet describing new discoveries about the Bible?
I turned my head to see how the other passengers were reacting; I exchanged knowing glances with the man across the aisle.
- Are you Catholic? the older woman asked.
- Unfortunately, no. I believe in Jesus Christ.
- No. she said.
- Are you--
- No.
As the next stop approached, someone behind me called out to him. "C'mon, let's get off."
All the way home, I wondered if this was the new Mormon streetsmart look. He was dressed well.
- Hello, I couldn't help but hear you talk about Church. Would you like a pamphlet describing new discoveries about the Bible?
I turned my head to see how the other passengers were reacting; I exchanged knowing glances with the man across the aisle.
- Are you Catholic? the older woman asked.
- Unfortunately, no. I believe in Jesus Christ.
- No. she said.
- Are you--
- No.
As the next stop approached, someone behind me called out to him. "C'mon, let's get off."
All the way home, I wondered if this was the new Mormon streetsmart look. He was dressed well.
