Your new neighbors start talking about how awesome their kids are doing in Catholic School.
I moved into a new neighborhood, and many afternoons I stand with a gaggle of parents waiting for our elementary school age kids to get off the bus. A hot topic of conversation the other day was how great their older kids were doing in Catholic school. Have you ever tried to force the bile back down while smiling? It's hard.
What I like to do is bring a little notebook and make two columns on a sheet of paper -- one is for Jesus and the other is for the deceased. Every time Jesus' name is mentioned, I put a mark. I do the same when the guest of honor's name is said. Guess who gets the most shout outs a vast majority of the time?
It's sad when myth upstages the recently deceased at his or her last party.
Being the only white person in a crowd and everyone else is religious.
I wrote about this before, and I just want to point out that I didn't have a problem with being the only white guy at the party. Rather, it only became an issue when it was time to join hands for the prayer circle.
(BTW, yes, I joined hands.)
Taking my Atheist pin off whenever I go into a restaurant.
I was at an atheist event recently, and afterwards a few of us went to one of my favorite delis to grab something to eat. We were seated, and then I hastily took off my pin (the one pictured). A friend asked why I did that.
"I don't want anyone to spit in my food. I worked as a cook for years, and I saw stuff. Bad stuff."
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