I couldn’t quite hear what she was saying from my office so I walked out and closer to her cubicle to get a cleaner ear on it.
“I’m sorry what?” I replied.
“I said: Are you saved?” She repeated.
"God?"
Let me explain why I have a problem with that question. In case you’re just tuning in – which you are – my coworker, had decided that it was now relevant – no, imperative – to explore the depth of my religious proclivities and dedications. There are several things obscenely wrong with this, in my unhumble opinion. Continue reading
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