On one Sunday afternoon, Daisy and I were getting groceries when a man got right behind me and asked me a question. I was little spooked because he appeared out of nowhere, he spoke like he was a little drunk, and his teeth were yellow as a crayon. He claimed to be a pastor and mumbled about if we were "saved". I'm Agnostic and my wife is Buddhist and I can't stand dogma being shoved right in either of our faces. Religion should be a personal issue, and I told Daisy to to walk away with me as if that man never existed. I'm a nice guy even when I get mad, but I really had the urge to tell him to ask Jesus to save his dental hygiene.