The End Is Near

A week or so ago, we were at the mall. And if you know of Lance's penchant for Chinese food and my loathe of shopping, you can probably guess that we were there to go to P.F. Chang's, not to actually step inside the mall itself.

When we walked outside the restaurant, we saw two men in their lower twenties, holding signs written on pieces of cardboard. Their backs were to us, so we couldn't read the signs, but they were well enough dressed that I didn't think they were there to ask for our doggie bags (one was dressed hobo-ish, but it was obvious that it was by choice, not by necessity). So that left what? Religious zealot preaching the end of the world? We had to find out.

We got in our car and drove around to see them. And that's when I giggled. Or... you know... let out a very un-ladylike guffaw-- depending on who you ask. And then I cursed the fact that I don't take my camera with me every where I go.

I very much wanted you to get the same giggle (or a guffaw) I got, so when I had way-too-sick-to-do-anything-besides-move-my-right-arm time, I attempted to re-create the scene for you.

I hope that not too much got lost in the translation.


Gosh. I love it when people are willing to entertain us with their boredom.