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Originally Posted by luxinterior
...when I stopped off at the bathroom before class. So I'm in the stall unbuttoning my jeans when I see a folded-up $20 bill sitting on top of the toilet paper dispenser. So I get very excited for a moment, that is, until I unfold the bill and find out that it is not real. And not only is it not real, it also has printed on it some stuff about Jesus and how my reward in heaven is greater than that of a $20 bill. Now, all I want to ask is, WHAT KIND OF PERSON DOES THIS? Please, enlighten me, if you will. Do they think that I or someone else will find this sort of tactic amusing? Obviously they've just assumed that we're all lost souls in need of saving or some other trash, without any thought that perhaps I've been raised Catholic and I don't need one more person telling me shit about God, and that finding a very real-looking fake $20 bill is going to be more disappointing and make me feel more resentful toward God and "his people" than anything else? But mainly I want to know who does this sort of thing, so if you know the answer, please share it with me. Also, why can't these people keep their religion out of my school? I don't understand the point for them where church and service work become not enough and they have to venture outward and disappoint people with fake $20 bills. I can only think that this sort of thing is mean. Not funny, not cute, not clever, but mean. Most of the people who go to my school aren't financially secure and could really use an extra $20 here and there. It really has become the difference between whether I eat a proper meal for lunch (for once) instead of settling for a tiny bag of chips from the vending machine and a trip to the water fountain. Really, what's the deal?
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you really shouldn't be so offended. When I was walking home from school once years ago I found a sticker on the floor that said "Smash Jew Conspired Communism and Anti-Christ Race Mixing" and in even bigger print "HEY NIGGER GOD IS WHITE!"
the scariest part was that I am in Los Angeles and the sticker had a local mailing address and phone number for info. At the time, I thought that kinda shit only existed in south carolina...