Not on my list

K & I were getting our groceries this evening, she in a simple ribbed black cotton dress, me in grey shorts and my AGP t-shirt, when a homely black woman tried to evangelize to us. . . in the produce section of Wal-Mart.

Whafuck?

"Excuse me. . . excuse me. Have you accepted Jes--"
"Get away from me, not interested."

It dawned on us later that we should just say we're Jewish and see if it makes a dent.

Also, the fugly woman in front of us in line looked like Chris Rock in drag. *shudder*