Well the internet ate my other post

 I left the house with my cart "set up" about 15 or so Bibles, the cart, the sign, me in the "Ask for Free Bibles" hat.  

I handed out several Bibles today as a result, some of which I detailed in the other post. The drivers all took them, too. 

The day was pretty uneventful, I felt I should ride down and cross rather than just cross at the subdivision, because I did that I was able to "catch" a driver I had been dancing with for months and finally get something in his hands (other post).  I was pleased about that.  

I didn't ride up to the end and come back, I am pretty confident about crossing the street up by the grocery store now so I did that.  A couple people double taked at my sign but I was obviously shopping putting stuff in the top box. 

I bought my salad greens, cheese, drink mix, and candy.  I left and just missed a bus. 

I sat down and at the 50 cent bag of chips I had bought at the store and drank some diet soda I had also bought. I saw a man across the street, he was a white man, deeply tanned in the manner of a homeless person (not even like a tanning bed), wild hair, flushed red complexion. 

He saw the sign and came over.  "Great" I thought "He wants a Bible".  Sometimes people pose theological questions and the answer is pretty much always the same "Because we moved away from God" and he asked me why things were so bad in the world.  "Because we moved away from God, we are in the End Times and time is very short before the Rapture.  Would you like a Bible?"  He waved me off and started on a racist tirade. 

He was not sane. And I'm stuck at the bus stop with him going off on all races.  Thinking I was married to a Black man for 29 years and wondering what he would say to that. 

I saw the bus coming and told him. I also told him he had better tone it down, because "They are on that bus"  He got on right after me but kept the ranting and raving down at least to my stop. 

I got off and a woman was running for the bus, I turned and asked the driver to hold it, he nodded and I told her it was OK he would wait.  She sighed with relief and I turned to look behind me, convinced the maniac had gotten off to follow me home. He had not. 

I went home. 

But it's always the mentally ill white man that is a problem for me.  One time a mentally ill white woman. But the other races never cause me a speck of trouble, ever. They are more likely to bring me a cold drink on a Bible Handout.  

Now I'm done for a while.