Yesterday I was driving down Peach Orchard Road after leaving Buttress. I stopped at a red light, noticing the red Jimmy in front had a "Real Men Love Jesus" bumper sticker.
I put the car in park.
I opened my door.
I got out and walked to the driver's side of the SUV, and rapped on the window. Startled, the male driver looked over. I motioned for him to roll his window down.
I pulled my sunglasses off.
"I don't especially love Jesus," I announced quietly. "Are you saying I'm not a real man?"
He looked a bit nervous.
"No, sir. That's just my belief."
"Okay." I stalked back to my car before the light changed.
I may be wound a bit too tightly these days.