Tonight was Kim's first time handing out ashes at Newman Center. It was kind of sloppy. In her defense we only do this thing once a year so there's not a lot of time to get good. I was lucky enough to get in her line.
Flash forward to the Thai Pavillion where I am procuring the delicious and nutritious Panang salmon.
Girl at TP: Just so you know, you have a giant smudge on your head.
Me: My wife did it. Weird religious thing.
Girl at TP: You mean like a cult?
Me: Weirder.
I was serious about weirder. Name a cult where the followers claim they eat the founders' flesh and drink his blood?
She was happy to see me get my salmon and get the fuck out of there. Who wouldn't be?