how i know i come from a backwards town
okay so this really has nothing to do with straight edge but i'd thought you'd appreciate the story because of the situational ironies...
so i work in a grocery store and i transferred back home to pflugerville, tx for the winter break so i could spend time with family and friends... keep in mind this town is 2 exits north of the infamously liberal Austin, TX.
story one- I was checking a gentleman and his wife out and they handed me canvas bags to place their groceries in so that i didnt use paper. The bags reaked of cigarette smoke...yuck!... so i threw them down the belt so my bagger could use them... i countiues with the order and at the end of the order the man starts lecturing me about body mutilation and the Bible (my lip is pierced)... so i started thinking... especially since i grew up in a Roman Catholic home... i didnt say anything to the man... there was nothing i could think of to say that wouldn't have gotten me fired... so i smiled and thought to myself at least i'm not mutilating my organs and i will live and not subject my Temple to pain and suffering through cancer sticks.... ugh...
story two- I was once again checking out a man he was older 60's and looked like a farmer he decided that he would make the comment is that (the lip ring) a form of torture or repentance... i ignored him, smiled and handed him his change... he then pushed it by saying "you didnt answer my question"... so i got pissed... so i answered to him "I do my repentance in the Catholic church"... this pissed him off and as he left i noticed he had bought beer from me... humm... i might be ignorant about a lot of things but drinking is specifically addressed in the Bible... and at least my liver wont quit on me :)
i think it's amazing how we always assume the worst based on apperances... and it's amazing to me how pure my body is in comparison to the two organ mutilators...
so i work in a grocery store and i transferred back home to pflugerville, tx for the winter break so i could spend time with family and friends... keep in mind this town is 2 exits north of the infamously liberal Austin, TX.
story one- I was checking a gentleman and his wife out and they handed me canvas bags to place their groceries in so that i didnt use paper. The bags reaked of cigarette smoke...yuck!... so i threw them down the belt so my bagger could use them... i countiues with the order and at the end of the order the man starts lecturing me about body mutilation and the Bible (my lip is pierced)... so i started thinking... especially since i grew up in a Roman Catholic home... i didnt say anything to the man... there was nothing i could think of to say that wouldn't have gotten me fired... so i smiled and thought to myself at least i'm not mutilating my organs and i will live and not subject my Temple to pain and suffering through cancer sticks.... ugh...
story two- I was once again checking out a man he was older 60's and looked like a farmer he decided that he would make the comment is that (the lip ring) a form of torture or repentance... i ignored him, smiled and handed him his change... he then pushed it by saying "you didnt answer my question"... so i got pissed... so i answered to him "I do my repentance in the Catholic church"... this pissed him off and as he left i noticed he had bought beer from me... humm... i might be ignorant about a lot of things but drinking is specifically addressed in the Bible... and at least my liver wont quit on me :)
i think it's amazing how we always assume the worst based on apperances... and it's amazing to me how pure my body is in comparison to the two organ mutilators...