I've been told I'm very opinionated. I am very opinionated, and I know it. I try not to be a nuisance, but if you open the door, I just may walk through it. A few times I've had the bull-headed audacity to barge through on my own, but that is not what I wish to do today. Sometimes it is best to sit quietly while someone else tries to pull you into a debate. There is a time and place for everything, and the right of free speech must be tempered with the command of "guard thy tongue!"Such was the case a couple weeks ago, when I busied myself about the shop where I work. I had a sweater on, for the day was chilly. The store - a local whole food and supplement health store - was warm and inviting, though I didn't take much time to look around as I rolled up my sleeves, grabbed some boxes and a box knife, and proceeded in putting away the frozen goods just in from the delivery truck (Wednesday is our order day).
A middle-aged gentleman opened one of the glass freezer doors and pulled out a 5-grain sprouted loaf of bread, and my co-worker - a girl about my age - offered a cheerful "hello!" I chimed in with a "how are you this morning?"
"Oh... well... I'm not in a very good mood, but I have the ability to make myself appear happy despite that." (Keep in mind I where I work - we get all kinds there! - so I've grown pretty accustomed to diverse responses.) Knowing that this was, after all, the day after presidential elections, and the nation was full of mixed emotions, the young lady next to me asked, "Oh, is it because of the election?"
"No, no, not the election. What the heck, I like Obama. I just don't like all this crap it took to get this election done and over with!" I nodded, and agreed at least that each party was guilty of this "crap," as he called it, and as I am slightly inclined to believe myself.
"I mean, look at what id did to me. It turned me into an old geezer! Look, I'm a geezer!"
"Well," I said diplomatically, though I admit a bit amused. "If it's any comfort, I wouldn't have guessed that you were."
|Politics in the "Moses days" were indeed|
much different than now, but I still found
this comic quite funny.
Our geezer was needing to get a few things off his chest that day, and we saw him conversing with multiple other people, flailing his hands and shaking his head, all in his muffled, masked, "happy" mood.
I was nearly finished, and was breaking down the empty cardboard cases when he shuffled by again, hoping to get a last word in, I imagine.
"You know what it is?" he asked. "The church and state. That is where all of our trouble comes from here."
I raised my eyebrows. "Is that so?" I asked, trying to remember that I wasn't to be making enemies with the customers.
"Yes it is!" he returned. "I remember, 1981 in Vegas. I was there when Reagan drove by in his car waving at the crowds. I was right there with my camera, and he drove right past me. It was right there when the Church entered the State! It's all gone down-hill from there."
"Yep, right then in 1981. Before then, church stuck to its own business."
I really had to say something about that! Throwing caution to the wind wouldn't win any arguments, and I had to remember that I really didn't want to argue with him. Still, I had to show him I had some opinion.
|The crossroads. Where do they|
meet? Where do they separate?
I know, I know, I get riled up rather easily about these things. I should've just listened to him, asked him more questions, and kept my mouth closed. As it was, he went away mumbling, much as Eeyore would have, I suppose. I also understand that it really isn't fair at all for me to pick on poor Mr. Geezer like this, catching him in a bad mood and all, and really not exchanging many words - or at least not nearly enough to understand him by. It is rather low to attack a man who does not know he is being attacked, but I really only meant to bounce my opinion off of an experience that got me thinking... what is the balance of Church and State?
My Opinion on the matter... coming next.