Go to Heavan...

So I jump out my truck and there's an older white man in Florida digs - shorts, sandals and t-shirt - behind my truck serious peering thru his phone and taking pictures.

I prepare myself as I approach him. He tells me he's been following me for a few miles, wondering if he should try to pull me over but when he saw me making a u-turn he knew I was heading for Whole Foods.

He kept repeating "I just had to know who was driving this truck!" I kinda felt he was pro but I didn't want to assume. Finally he starts telling me how happy he is, how wonderful I am, and how necessary the messages are on my truck.

He tells me he's a christian so he'll not say he wants (grimace...no name) to go strate to heavan, not hell, because he's not that kind of a christian. His only concession is that he wants it to happen today, NOW. Please god, make him go to heaven, he begs.

I tell him I'm not a christian & I really don't care where he goes as long as it is out of power & as long as he takes all his cronies with him.

He laughs loudly and says he HAS to get a picture of us together in front of the back of the truck. He doesn't have to ask twice.

He tells me he's already sent a couple to his wife but he wants to send this one with us both. I urge him to also go around to the other side and take that picture too, the End Violence Against Womyn & Children.

I ask if he knows about hashtag Say Her Name, which he doesn't until I explain. He shakes his head knowingly and demands the same fate for those police officers: heavan NOW!

We part ways, he telling me fervently "god bless you" about 20 times. I grin and say "and Lesbians  bless you!" as we smile broadly and go our separate ways.