…like just now. I’m at home, cleaning house, sun is shining, working on an iTunes playlist…
Start blaring one particular song – because it’s meant to be played loud. Great Big Sea’s “Straight to Hell”.
Actually, cue dog barking hysterically, so I shoo her out the back door, then answer the front door. To find a lovely older man in a tweed coat who’d like to talk to me about God.
Who knew there were Jehovah’s Witnesses in Ireland?
So there I am, trying to plead my spiritual case with “No, really, we’re pretty Catholic here.” and “Yes, we do own several Bibles.” I did not go all Eliza Doolittle on him with a “I’m a good girl I am!” Nor did I state “I swear, I’m NOT a heathen!”
But he was a lovely man with a lovely accent, who nicely told me a few things about his faith, and then we chatted about the sunny weather, wished each other a good day and he went on his way. I’m not sure he bought the fact that I can be religious, and I don’t blame him. Not with the lyrics floating out of my windows.
Ah well, it gave me a giggle. And I’ve cursed in front of nuns before, so I’m going to hell anyway.
…this is the song…you’ll understand why I needed to play it loudly…