I was walking out to my car when I noticed it. A stately Cadillac (parked directly next to me) straddled firmly over a parking obstacle–the yellow concrete ones designed to prevent your car from going past them. The motorist, I thought, must have either been absent minded or utterly determined to get a close parking spot. Shaking my head I opened my door and sat down. Just as I settled into my driver’s seat the Cadillac’s owner shuffled between our cars. He was an older gentleman and was stout like so many of his contemporaries. I watched, expecting to enjoy the sight of him backing over the large bumper to get away; but instead of entering his car he leaned over towards me and rapted his knuckles against the window–

“What do you want?” said I.

No answer, though he tried to open my door, since apparently I wasn’t rolling down the window fast enough.

Finally, when he realized the door was locked and the window as far down as it would go, he gave up and with complete confidence asked whether I was aware of the fact that Jesus’ disciples drove a Honda (the sort of car I was in).

“They did?” I replied, not sure whether I felt more bewildered, shocked, or humored.

“Yes, the disciples all followed him in one accord.” Said the old man. He even gave a reference, which I don’t remember.

“Did you know King David from the Bible drove a motorcycle?” (What!? he has another one?)

“Is that so…”

“He entered the city in triumph, get it? Triumphs are old motorcycles; the Triumph set a land speed record along time ago for two wheels…anyway, here’s another one.”

(me, completely at a loss–is this guy going to try and share the Gospel with me?)

“I bet you didn’t know that Joseph played tennis with Pharoah. Yeah, it’s true, the Bible says that Joseph served in Pharoah’s court…Ok, don’t mean to bore you with cheesy jokes, bye.”

And then he left, no apologies, no sense, no nothing. The kinds of people you meet at a public library…

My wife thinks he was an angel, my bet is he was a retired children’s pastor brittle with senility. Votes please.