I’m pretty sure of it…
Today on the way home from the library, I was driving by the Catholic Church/School in our neighborhood. There is a stop sign in front of the school. Naturally I stopped. Don’t want a ticket.
There is a lady dressed head to toe in black, with a hood on, standing right next to the sign. For a moment I thought she was a nun, but I just wasn’t certain when I saw her red patent leather shoes.
As I came to my rolling complete stop, she leaned in towards the open window and asked me for a ride.
“Sorry, I can’t.”
The fear in me that comes from living in 2009, my suspicions, and the tendency to read horror novels about pregnant women driving through neighborhoods with their preschool-age daughters in the backseat that get kidnapped by a red patent leather shoe wearing nun made me decide it wasn’t a good idea. (Any authors that read this and get an idea for a new novel, I expect royalties, ok?)
So if you really are a nun and they no longer need require you to wear black corrective looking shoes these days, I’m really sorry that I didn’t give you a ride.
Don’t let me burn in hell for it.