Oh god

There I was sitting on a curly bench on the Plaza in Truro this morning, enjoying a cup of coffee in the sunshine, when I was accosted by an old man in a blue cardigan with a rucksack on his back. I thought he was going to ask me the time or directions, but no, he said to me "did you know that Jesus died on the cross for your sins?". As you can imagine I almost choked on my coffee and spat it all over him. As it was, I looked him straight in the eye, grinned (trying desperately not to laugh) and said "I'm an atheist". He looked back at me, incredulous "Really? You don't believe in any sort of God?" Then I did laugh "No!". He turned his back mumbling "What a shame, that's so sad". As he waddled away I wanted to shout back "you're the sad, deluded one mate", but I thought maybe that would be just too cruel... now I wish I had, 'cos this afternoon a lot of frustrations have built up that might've been better vented on some old man who would undoubtedly have shaken it off like water off a duck's back. Instead, I'm now sitting here wondering which poor, unsuspecting soul (I don't believe in those either!), might end up the focus of my welling frustrations. I think the best policy will be to avoid everyone at all costs; though I wonder if I might interest you in a rant later?