A Pinoy Blog About Nothing

Petite and I stepped into this pizza place. It was shortly after the hurricanes and this was one of the few shops that was open. It was a nice enough place. Not too crowded.

It was a quiet afternoon and we had no errands to run so Petite and I were just taking our time. Just as I was in the middle of a bite, an old lady walked up to our table and said to me:

“Excuse me sir, but I can’t help but notice your shirt…” and she points to the back of my shirt.

Uh-oh.

“…you know Jesus can save you from that.”

Whoa.

There where three responses which came to mind:
a) ” Lady, I’m considered a conservative in the Church of Satan.”
b) “America exported Vampirella to Asia, lady. I’m just bringing her back.”
and c) “Listen you…”

at this point Petite said in a whisper “Mag-thank you ka na lang. Bilis.” (”Just say thank you. Quick.”)

So I slowly said thank you. And she walked away.

I have nothing against Christians (nor against anyone who truly believe in their chosen faith). I’ve got friends like that. Hell Heck, I married one. But I think there’s are a proper time and place where you can proselytize. It is certainly not in the middle of a meal in a public place.

If I was alone, I would’ve probably debated with her for hours. (Some high school buddies would do that to hapless “Children of God” members who approached them in UP Diliman back 1990-1992). Not everyone who wears a death metal shirt or mythical literary monsters are godless, soulless, bottom dwelling dregs of humanity. Sometimes a shirt is just a shirt. With a half nekkid woman on it.

I’d argue with her not for anything really. Just for interrupting my meal. Just because I know she won’t cave in easily. I think I can take her on. No seriously, I think I can take on an old lady. I just have to watch out for her cane.