On Friday I was on my way to work when I decided to stop and buy a lottery ticket. I get to the gas station and there is a double-tank gas truck dropping it's payload into the ground tanks. As a result, traffic at the store is tight. It took me a minute or two to get parked and head toward the store.
While I waited for a parking spot to free up, I noticed the LDS missionaries. They were standing in the shade eating ice cream. Please note that it was very cold out and I couldn't figure out A. why they were eating ice cream, or B. why they didn't ambulate about four feet forward and stand in the sun. Whatever.
The other thing I noticed was that they were (as they usually do) going out of their way to say 'hello' and be all nicey-nice. Every shopper was getting a wave, a 'how you doing?' and such.
Except me.
As I approached they immediately tensed up and stared at their ice creams like Dead Sea Scrolls were printed there.
Wha?
I can only surmise the I must have had on my Eff You face. This is the face I used to put on when I went to the seedy part of Phoenix at 3am on a Saturday to go to an all-night Taqueria. It's the 'You don't wanna mess wit' me pal, I'm a powder keg of danger! I'll stab ya! Then I'll set you on fire and say mean things!' look that I may or may not pull off when attempted.
Apparently, I had that look this day.
That, or the missionaries are weenies. I dunno. They seemed like nice enough fellas, I guess they just thought I was scary or a lost cause.
Either way, they were gone when I exited the store.
And, can you believe it?, I didn't win the lottery. Again.
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They probably thought you were Rasputin and were, therefore, scared.
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