For the second day in a row, I have been tempted - sorely tempted - to ask my office mate if perhaps there's some other track on that gospel CD that he might enjoy listening to. As it is, it's only by great force of will, and a distinctive and colorful internal sountrack, that I don't have "I pray for you, you pray for me" running through my head constantly now.
Y'know, I'm a great admirer of Jesus, but some of His fans give me the willies.
A cruel man would've put "How the Great Satanic Glory Faded" on repeat before he went to lunch. Fortunately for everyone, I am not a cruel man.