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neadodsI am about to have my first experience with someone dubbed Father Nosferatu by my team lead. He's tall, bald, skinny, dressed in black robe, and just set up a table with plastic cut-away uterii showing the stages of fetal development. I'm told that he has a good singing voice and is aggressive, but right now he's just leading a quiet set of Hail Marys.
Oh, he does have a good singing voice! As that flat "for the sake of his sorrowful passion" from 2 Roe v Wade days ago still is stuck in my head, I appreciate his talent.
I'm told that he's not as aggressive as Eeyore, but just as vocal. I wonder if I'll be called a demon like she did. Or have holy water thrown on me like musecleo. I won't feel like a real escort until I get rebaptised by someone who hates me.
ETA: So far, the loudest has been a pregnant woman in jogging pants, a pink t-shirt, and a blue ball cap with a rosary wrapped around her wrist. I shall call her Soccer Mom.
ETA II: Ye gods, the plastic fetii are removable!
ETA III: One of the protesters got really upset and left when Father Nosferatu explained that the souls of unbaptised babies go to Limbo, not heaven.
ETA IV: Scrum at the business next door. Employee told protesters to get out of their adjoining lot. Father Corleone, employee, and owner of clinic mixed it up on if they had permission to witness across dividing line. Protesters angrily decamp. "Pro murder" said repeatedly, "place of death" once. Person who said latter bursts into tears and consoled by Soccer Mom.
ETA V: We have a new Eeyore! Well, considering her ethnicity, Eeyore Nuevo. No talk of demons yet, but she chased a client car to the stop light, knocked on the window (which was not opened) and stayed preaching at it, hand on window, until the light turned green.
ETA VI: Any snappy replies to "I love you? "I don't care" got "You're my sister!" It's doubly creepy because the sweet voice and wide Stepford smile came from the woman who was in tears not long ago.
VII: a woman just pulled into the lot to tell the protestors & us about a yard sale. O.o
Oh, he does have a good singing voice! As that flat "for the sake of his sorrowful passion" from 2 Roe v Wade days ago still is stuck in my head, I appreciate his talent.
I'm told that he's not as aggressive as Eeyore, but just as vocal. I wonder if I'll be called a demon like she did. Or have holy water thrown on me like musecleo. I won't feel like a real escort until I get rebaptised by someone who hates me.
ETA: So far, the loudest has been a pregnant woman in jogging pants, a pink t-shirt, and a blue ball cap with a rosary wrapped around her wrist. I shall call her Soccer Mom.
ETA II: Ye gods, the plastic fetii are removable!
ETA III: One of the protesters got really upset and left when Father Nosferatu explained that the souls of unbaptised babies go to Limbo, not heaven.
ETA IV: Scrum at the business next door. Employee told protesters to get out of their adjoining lot. Father Corleone, employee, and owner of clinic mixed it up on if they had permission to witness across dividing line. Protesters angrily decamp. "Pro murder" said repeatedly, "place of death" once. Person who said latter bursts into tears and consoled by Soccer Mom.
ETA V: We have a new Eeyore! Well, considering her ethnicity, Eeyore Nuevo. No talk of demons yet, but she chased a client car to the stop light, knocked on the window (which was not opened) and stayed preaching at it, hand on window, until the light turned green.
ETA VI: Any snappy replies to "I love you? "I don't care" got "You're my sister!" It's doubly creepy because the sweet voice and wide Stepford smile came from the woman who was in tears not long ago.
VII: a woman just pulled into the lot to tell the protestors & us about a yard sale. O.o
