The Samossiah

(My friend and I are having fun exploring the festival. She’s just gotten a large henna tattoo on her back, so she’s just wearing a bra, but hardly indecent. We sit down to eat samosas.)

Woman: “Hi! Are you enjoying the festival?”

Me: *assuming she works for the festival* “We sure are!”

Woman: *as though a switch has flipped in her brain* “Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your lord and savior?”

Me: *to my friend* “How’s the chicken samosa?”

Friend: “It’s good! Here, I’ll trade you.”

(We weren’t rude; we just completely ignored her and talked about samosas.)