Anyway, my Catholic upbringing has given me a lifelong allergy to this kind of humorless proselytizing… yeah, I’ve heard of Jesus, guys; thanks for stealing my money, I was really tired of it, but isn’t there some kind of commandment about that? This reminds me of the family story about when my grandmother allegedly met some Jehovah’s witnesses at the door with a shotgun.
Way to go, Amazon. Or is this just God’s infamous sick sense of humor?
I ordered this (and the invoice proves it):
Instead, I got this:
Ooo, God is trying to tell me something. Through this smirking goober?
OK, sure. So what’s the lesson? That spending two hours dicking around with Amazon returns and the post office will enrich my spirit?
I wonder which is true: Some miserable wage slave at Amazon is trying to amuse himself, or some deluded wage slave (and future inheritor of the Kingdom) is trying to save my soul? Ahh, it’s probably just a dipshit.