Two Unrelated Stories
Yesterday, while I was eating lunch over at the student union, a stranger at the next table started talking to me about how empty the place was, and asked me if I was a student. I told him that I was not. I said that of course the place was empty, everyone’s gone home for the break. I asked him if he was a student. He told me that he was not. Instead, he was a campus minister. He then asked about the role of spirituality in my life. I just wanted to finish my lunch and read my magazine. Naturally, then, I talked to him for several minutes about my feelings on spirituality and religion. As he got up to leave, I was expecting him to give me a flyer or a handout or a pamphlet or some such, or at least say something about Jesus. He did not. It was a nice surprise.
Last night, I went to a bar for to partake in Karaoke night. I sang three songs. Then I left. I got to the el station and as I was putting money on my transit card, I heard the train overhead. I ran up to the platform and it was still there with the doors open. The doors closed right in front of my face. I tried to pry them open with my hands, but then the train started pulling away. I beat on the doors as I let go. I made a rude gesture towards the train as it sped off. Also, I cursed loudly.