I went to McDonald's for breakfast the other day. I know, I know, but fat and salt are so damn tasty. Anyhow, I collected my food from the counter and walked into the dining area. There was a guy kneeling on the floor with hands clasped in prayer. Well, I assume he was praying, rather than rehearsing for a role as a fluffer. I didn't ask, and he didn't open his mouth, so probably not the fluffer scenario. It's common to see people pray over their meals in restaurants, but this seemed a bit extravagant. Especially for fast food.
I thought that was bad enough, but the dining area in this McDonald's is long and narrow. His coffee was sitting on his table by the wall, but he was kneeling in the walkway between the wall tables and the window tables, facing the window. More precisely, he was facing the table of two women sitting by the window, a mere four feet away from his fervently clasped hands. So I thought he might be worshipping these two women. Or more likely seriously creeping them out. They didn't seem to mind, but I thought they were just being polite. I'm thinking, "No way they sat down at that table while this guy was genuflecting." Which means he was working on his coffee when they happened to sit down, or he sat down after they did. Either way, there were lots of empty tables, and this was awkwardly close quarters.
I had to walk between Praying Man and The Shrine of the Two Innocents to get to my table. He stood up and went back to his coffee, and I thought that was the end of it, but apparently he had a lot of praying to do, because he got back down on his knees between each sip of coffee. Maybe he was Mormon, and that's the only way he could drink coffee, repenting after each sinful swallow. Religious dietary codes can be very strict. Or maybe there was something in the coffee. I risked drinking mine anyway. Whatever else might be in it probably didn't neutralize the caffeine.
I wasn't paying attention, so I didn't see him or the two ladies leave. In the absence of any evidence to the contrary, I am forced to conclude that they all ascended directly to heaven. Now when I have breakfast there, I'll probably have to contend with ever-growing throngs of the faithful visiting the site of this miracle. And I didn't even think to dig the guy's coffee cup outta the trash to sell as a relic. I'm afraid I'm just not enough of a hustler to make it in the religion biz.