Oopsy daisy blasphemy

[prog]

classicaljunkie, Ricky and I were in my apt on Saturday evening. Ricky announces that he's going to Shaw's to get some sour cream, and leaves. CJ and I, who hadn't been alone together in a week, take advantage of our short span of solitude. About when we'd expect him to come back, Ricky re-enters the room to announce that he's going to Shaw's to get some sour cream.

Uh, sez I. Hadn't he just come back from doing that?

No, sez he; he had been in the kitchen, one room over, praying on his rosary.

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FAQ:
Wait, Ricky's Catholic?

Kinda. He more or less spontaneously started acting like a devout one a year or two ago, I think after hearing a Mass on the radio and liking what he heard. During his most recent two visits he's overcome his fears of strange neighborhoods to brave the 10-minute walk from my apt to the nearest Catholic church for Mass.

I gather that he takes comfort in all the rigorous structure of observant Catholicism's many repetitive prayers and rituals.

Comments

[doctor-atomic.livejournal.com]

Shoulda waited until you heard the front door shut. Waaa-waaa.

[prog.livejournal.com]

The noisy AC was on, man.

[prog.livejournal.com]

Also I seem to remember that the door did shut; he probably changed his mind after opening it and came back in to re-grace his soul in case he got mugged to death on the way.