It was a case of Divine Intervention this morning at 7th and Montana as an Anonymous Biblical Scholar made the scene, intent on preaching the Good Word to anyone who would listen. He wasted no time cozying-up to the same sweet but somewhat unstable elderly woman who occasionally arrives at Starbucks in various states of undress. Naturally, I worried. Were they discussing "the Greatest Story Ever Told" or was he selling her on something else, altogether? He looked unkempt, like he just came from a sermon at the Dumpster between 7th and Lincoln. And, while I know it's unfair to judge a book by its cover, I couldn't help wondering what was really going on between the pages of his Bible. Just as I was debating whether or not this woman was in any potential danger, something strange happened. A Christmas Wreath -- part of the Starbucks' holiday display -- hit me on the head. I took it as a sign from above: "Mind your own Business!"
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