I invite people to church, it’s just a thing I do. Once upon a time, I invited a man who was living out of his car in the Food Lion parking lot. It seemed like the right thing to do. It was not. He believes he is part Viking and threatened to bring his axe. He likes to cosplay Deadpool.
Later, I invited a cowboy from Cowboy Church when we were next to each other in a buffet line. He attended in his 10 Gallon. A very nice gentleman just passing through on the Cowboy Church circuit (it’s a real thing)
Since then, a running joke is that I’m trying to collect every character fromThe Village People (another has been to physically block my access to the invitation rack with a grin)
I know that lineup didn’t officially contain a Ninja Turtle. Nonetheless, I almost had one.
My children were relieved that I was driving and couldn’t make my way over.
They objected to the idea we roll down our windows and call out ‘Hey, Donatello!’
Providentially, the timing of the red light and a passing ambulance allowed me to snap an embarrassing (to them) amount of photos
“It’s art.” I told them 😏
