Missionaries

"Hello!" one of them said brightly, as I passed them in the mall: three well-dressed young Korean women.

"Hello," I said, not sure if I knew her.

She answered that by asking, "Do you read the bible?"

"This isn't a good time," I said, honestly, "But I do wish you well."

"Only five minutes," began another, "The bible--"

"Sick," I interrupted, gesturing toward my stomach. "Thank you, the bible is good, but where is the bathroom?"

"Aaaah." They seemed to take in my sweaty expression and vaguely doubled-over condition. I probably looked like I was doing a bad imitation of Jack Bauer craving a fix in Season Three. "That way, to the left," said the first one, pointing to the right.

It's been a long day...