Scary Mary

One of my very first posts (the first, I think) was about my good friend CJ and her encounter with a cross dresser.

Having spent most of her life in various countries around the world, she's been exposed to a lot of different cultures. She's originally from a small island nation in South Asia. There was a revolution there, so her family left. They moved to Iran...revolution there...they left. Moved to Nigeria...revolution there...they left. Moved to Oman (not Iman)...revolution there...they left. Moved back to home nation...still revolting...and now they're all in the good ole USA.

CJ was born in the states, moved away, and moved back for college. However, there are still cultural things she just doesn't fully grasp. If we're out to dinner and have a gay server, she'll poke me and ask, "is he gay?" If I say yes, she says, "you should go out with him." I try to explain just because we're gay doesn't mean we're a perfect, automatic match. I use the example, just because you meet a guy here from small island nation in South Asia, doesn't mean you marry him, right?

Today at work in a pitch meeting, she was complaining about parking attendants giving out tickets. She said "They make me soo mad, you can't see them, they sneak around, and give you a ticket. They're like mean little spooks.!" Of course everyone else laughed and I said, "CJ, you can't call people spooks, it's not nice." The beauty in all this, she didn't get the joke, so it was even funnier.

On a note related to my religion post yesterday...

Today someone said, well that's why God made cell phones. CJ, a Buddhist, says "Well I don't believe in God."

In Jesus Name...Amen.