He stood in line for a few minutes (with the price menus in plain sight), and then started cursing to his friend when the cashier told him how much a large drink would cost. On his way to fill up his cup, he was cursing because the large cup wasn’t large enough for his liking. After filling up his drink, he began cursing because he thought the lid didn’t fit right on the cup (then, he found out it fit fine). As he headed out the door, some of the soda came out of the straw hole in the lid and spilled on his shoe. Yep, you guessed it. The sea of profanity began flowing again.
Let me tell you what my first thought was not – “Oh, this man is such a nice fellow. He must be a Christian. I wonder where he goes to church.” He wasn’t talking to me and didn’t even know I was paying him any attention. But, he made quite an impression! Then, to top it off, I watched as he backed his van out of his parking spot. There on his dashboard sat an old leather-bound Bible. I was reminded of the old Sesame Street song, “One of these things is not like the other … One of these things just doesn’t belong!” Then, I wondered, how do people see me?