My new commute is quite a bit longer than the old one. A bus, then the train, then another bus, then a wee walk. It takes a little over an hour all together. This past Friday first bus was late. 15 minutes late. While waiting this gentleman struck up a conversation with me. Let’s keep in mind that it was 6:05 a.m. His name was Joe, he was very polite, nicely dressed, and a lovely voice with this sort of round African accent. And he really wanted to talk to me about Jesus. Sigh. After we had exchanged names and apparently enough chit-chat that we could move right on to everlasting life talk, things went kind of like this:
J: So Tammy, do you believe in Jesus?
M: No. I believe in science and humans taking care of each other and themselves.
J: But what about everlasting life? Don’t you want to believe in that?
M: No. No I don’t.One life is quite long enough.
J: Are you married? Do you have children? Don’t you believe that god is looking down on them and taking care of them?
M: No. No I don’t. And I don’t want to and I’m not interested in religion. At all.
Keep in mind, I was being super polite, because he was being super polite. He wasn’t all up in my face and challengey, ’cause then I wouldn’t have been polite. I was starting to thing, where the hell is the bloody bus!!!!?!@?!?! though.
J: Don’t you want to have more success in your career? Promotion?
M: No. I’m fine.
J: Don’t you want to make more money?
M: No. I’m fine.
J: What about a better retirement more financial freedom?
M: No. That’s my responsibility and I will take care of that.
J: I will pray for you.
Now, at this point I’m thinking, surely, if there is a god, they have much more important things to worry about than me getting a promotion and not eating cat food when I retire. Don’t they? If not, they are simply not using their time in a very proactive way.
Finally, the bus shows up. Ironically enough I’m thinking ‘SAVED!’. But no. Of course Joe sits with me, because of course we’re not done yet. Then he hands me a pamphlet and asks me to read it so we can talk more on Monday.
Are you freaking kidding me? At this point I’m just sliding into full on Canadian mode and trying as hard as I can not to engage. Plenty of nod & smile, which probably didn’t do me any favours. I don’t want to offend, but I’m really feeling trapped by this ridiculously polite man. We finally arrive at the train, then it’s on to my second bus which drops me off near my office. As I’m getting off the bus, boom, I hear, ‘Oh, hello, Tammy!’ OFFS, it’s Joe. He’s going to Richmond dontcha know, so he takes almost the exact same commute as me.
The passive aggressive in me just wants to find another route for my commute. But, I’m not going to do that. Nope, I’m not. I’m going to explain to him that while Joe has freedom of religion I also have freedom of non-religion. And that I’m happy to chat with him in the morning, however; I will not be discussing religion and the possibility of me becoming religions.
And, if that doesn’t work, I’m totally falling back on vaguely passive aggressive technique of changing my commute route.
In other news, spring is definitely coming as evidenced by two spastic dogs hurling themselves around the back yard this morning.
I also realized that buying a scone or a muffin at a coffee shop in the morning is ridiculous and expensive and fattening. Therefore it was bake all the things this morning. All the things seemed to include cheese, ham, and onions, BTW. Oh, and multi grain flour. ‘Cause fibre…totally undoes what cheese and ham have wrought? Yeah, prolly not.
And, for the ever curious Damselfly, here are my new shoes. One pair of Dansko’s (in the back) and one pair of Clarks. Both eminently qualified for walking to and from buses and trains on week days.
And hopefully good for running from people trying to convert me. Oh, and zombies. Always good to be able to out run the zombies.