Not knocking any religion, not commenting on any religion. Not even commenting on being a prophet for your beliefs or whatever. Your beliefs don't matter. Everyone can enjoy this little tidbit equally because this one was a CRAZY.
*phone call!*
Me: "Newsroom."
Some Lady: "I had a question about ya'll's obituaries?"
Me: "I'd be the one you'd need to talk to, then."
SL: "It's about the Monday obituaries."
Me: "This last Monday's?"
SL: "Uh, no. When are the Monday obituaries written?"
Me: "Um...what do you mean?"
SL: "I mean, when do they get written up and printed?"
Me: "Uh...Sunday."
SL: *suddenly getting nasty* "So you do all that on Sundays?"
Me: *wondering what hell I've wandered into this time* "Um...yes ma'am."
SL: "Who does that?!"
Me: "Either me or-,"
SL: "YOU would write about such things on the Lord's day??"
Me: "Uh." *brain attempts to reboot, unfortunately, she won't stop pushing the reset button*
SL: "How DARE you call yourself a woman of God and write about such things as the destruction of our Earthly vessels on the Lord's day??"
Me: *brain: Abort, Retry, Fail?*
SL: "What about the papers themselves?? They're done when?"
Me: "...I guess on the Lord's day?"
SL: *GASP* "YOU PEOPLE DOIN' THAT WORK ON THE LORD'S DAY?!"
Me: *obviously sarcasm is wasted on this one* "Ma'am, we print out our papers every day of the week-,"
SL: *screaming* "YOU CAN'T BE WORKIN' ON THE LORD'S DAY!!"
Me: *starting to think about going to move my car to a different parking lot* "Um, ma'am..."
SL: *as fast as she can go methinks* "HAIL-MARY-FULL-OF-GRACE-LORD-IS-WITH-THEE-BLESSED-"
Me: "Ma'am-,"
SL: "-ART-THOU-AMONG-WOMEN-,"
Me: "MA'AM!"
SL: *shrieks* "SILENT HEATHEN!!"
Me: *hangs up, unplugs phone*
I'm actually a little afraid to go to lunch now.
*phone call!*
Me: "Newsroom."
Some Lady: "I had a question about ya'll's obituaries?"
Me: "I'd be the one you'd need to talk to, then."
SL: "It's about the Monday obituaries."
Me: "This last Monday's?"
SL: "Uh, no. When are the Monday obituaries written?"
Me: "Um...what do you mean?"
SL: "I mean, when do they get written up and printed?"
Me: "Uh...Sunday."
SL: *suddenly getting nasty* "So you do all that on Sundays?"
Me: *wondering what hell I've wandered into this time* "Um...yes ma'am."
SL: "Who does that?!"
Me: "Either me or-,"
SL: "YOU would write about such things on the Lord's day??"
Me: "Uh." *brain attempts to reboot, unfortunately, she won't stop pushing the reset button*
SL: "How DARE you call yourself a woman of God and write about such things as the destruction of our Earthly vessels on the Lord's day??"
Me: *brain: Abort, Retry, Fail?*
SL: "What about the papers themselves?? They're done when?"
Me: "...I guess on the Lord's day?"
SL: *GASP* "YOU PEOPLE DOIN' THAT WORK ON THE LORD'S DAY?!"
Me: *obviously sarcasm is wasted on this one* "Ma'am, we print out our papers every day of the week-,"
SL: *screaming* "YOU CAN'T BE WORKIN' ON THE LORD'S DAY!!"
Me: *starting to think about going to move my car to a different parking lot* "Um, ma'am..."
SL: *as fast as she can go methinks* "HAIL-MARY-FULL-OF-GRACE-LORD-IS-WITH-THEE-BLESSED-"
Me: "Ma'am-,"
SL: "-ART-THOU-AMONG-WOMEN-,"
Me: "MA'AM!"
SL: *shrieks* "SILENT HEATHEN!!"
Me: *hangs up, unplugs phone*
I'm actually a little afraid to go to lunch now.

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