fact-burrito theology!

I experienced yet another strange encounter with a Denizen of the Outerworld(tm) yesterday while on my way to class.

On my way across campus in the rain, I stopped by a trash can in Red Square to finish my burrito, and a young man with pinwheel eyes snuck up in my blind spot (as they always seem to do) and launched into a pointless theological discussion--something about how he thought God was in fact female, with supporting documentation from the Bible and this and that, blah blah, woof woof.

Whatever. I could not care less, and I kept looking at my watch.

Eventually, I finished my burrito, thanked him for being a nice guy, and informed that I needed to be on my way.

"But...don't you want to stay and talk about this?"

Not enough to be late for class.

I found myself behaving in a patronizing way toward him, but I couldn't help it. I was trying to go about my business, and he was interrupting me with this...this pile of baffling twaddle!

He seemed offended that I insisted on getting on with my life and going to class, but what was the guy thinking?

"I need to find somebody who will listen to all of my ideas about the gender of God and how it's supported by the Bible. Oh, look...that guy over by the trash can stuffing a burrito into his face in the rain--he'll want to talk to me!"

If he has a theological bone to pick, why doesn't he go hang around a seminary somewhere? Or even a coffeeshop? There are millions of people in coffeeshops across the nation willing to engage in some friendly, idle sophistry at the drop of a hat. I know a few of them personally. Some of them might even care enough about the topic to have a real conversation.

But...out in the rain next to a garbage can, with people who are obviously in a hurry to get somewhere?

...bleeblebleeblebleeble... [sound of lips being flapped with index finger]