As I left work today, some devout Catholics entered the elevator on their way to get some ash. Three of them to be exact. Here was the conversation:

Lady 1: Where are we going again?

Lady 2: St. Patrick's. Fifth Avenue.

Lady 3: We're walking all the way to Fifth Avenue?!

Lady 2: It's only two avenues away.

Lady 3: I really don't have walking shoes on.

Lady 2: It's only a ten minute walk.

Lady 1: So you won't have to go to the gym tonight.

Lady 3: (frustrated sigh)

ME: Jesus died on the cross for you, you lazy fucking bitch!


Well, I didn't really say that, but I thought it. And if I remember anything from CCD class, it's that Jesus can hear what you think, and it's what you think that really matters. Not what you say or do. Only what you think. I also think that Jesus would have given me a high five after I said that, then given me a free ticket to The Passion of the Christ.