I'm sitting there in my favourite little diner this morning, eating my traditional Sunday breakfast (apple juice, bacon and eggs and toast) and reading a novel, and an older couple (probably not much older than I am ...) walk past my table on their way out, and the husband turns to me and says "Read your Bible!"

This is southern Ontario, NOT a Bible Belt by any definition of the term.
As always, I couldn't come up with a snappy response quickly, so decided to say nothing and let him assume I (a) hadn't heard him, or (b) couldn't be bothered to answer him.
But a little while afterwards I thought up the response I should've given: "Alas, I left my copy of the Quran at home today ..."

This is southern Ontario, NOT a Bible Belt by any definition of the term.
As always, I couldn't come up with a snappy response quickly, so decided to say nothing and let him assume I (a) hadn't heard him, or (b) couldn't be bothered to answer him.
But a little while afterwards I thought up the response I should've given: "Alas, I left my copy of the Quran at home today ..."
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