I was in a grocery store the other evening when, it seems, the KH around the corner let out. Thursday night and men with suits and women with dresses in every aisle. I struck up a conversation with THREE of them! Do you think ONE would attempt to save my soul? NO!
I mean... I have no tattoos... no funny colored hair... Could it have been my yoga pants and long T-Shirt?
NOT ONE...
Garrett, I too want them to speak to me about "spiritual things", but alas... we get to talk about how great the peaches smell.