My Job

Yesterday we were in Flagstaff, one of America's liberal kingdoms. The selection of bumper stickers was excellent. My favorite was "My job is to comfort the disturbed, and disturb the comfortable. Second place went to "Who is the president of the United States. The answer is a no brainer".

Shortly after reading these I encountered one of the disturbed. God must always be trying to test me. I failed. Patty and I sat in a nice little place to eat. From out of no where an Indian woman appeared on my left shoulder. She started asking me for money. Her smell tipped me off that she was collecting money for an alcohol experiment. My first response was to pretend like I did not speak English, that didn't work. Next in English I tried to explain to her that she was dressed better than I was dressed. Of course those who know me realize that would not take much. Well, that didn't deter her either. Finally I signaled the waiter. He came over and asked what I needed. I to him "I need you to give her some spare change". He escorted her to the door and offered her some crackers. She refused the crackers. Apparently she had a very specific hunger.