I'm just starting to bag my groceries when he leans over to me, glances down at the shirt, and pipes up with "Hey, nice shirt!" I'm surprised, but I say thanks, figuring he's an old-school rock fan. He looks again, and then says "Yeah, nice message...way to stick it to the Bible-thumpers!" It dawns on me that he has no idea this is a band, he just thinks it's cool that I have the guts to wear it as some sort of message. I let him know that it is an old SoCal punk band, but that yeah, it works that way as well. He smiles, informs me that he thinks there are too many Bible-thumpers in this town, reads and laughs heartily about my 'Jesus Would Slap The Shit Out Of You' button, and finally heads off, daughter in tow, giving me the ol' "power to the people" fist-in-the-air.
LMAO...always fascinating to run into random cool people like that. Gives me some small hope for humanity.
