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So, this morning I go to the main branch of the Akron public library. I have a brainfart, and park two blocks away.
After researching the evolution of freeptards in the Akron Beacon Journal LTTEs, I leave the building and start walking to my car.
(I know, evolution and freeptards don't mix).
So I'm heading off to my car, and I see that there is a group of 4 or 5 at a point that I have to pass. I notice that some have something like those old sandwich boards ("Eat at Joe's"). I get suspicious.
I get to a point where I can jaywalk and start to cross the street. I notice that the other side of the street also has a suspicious group massed there. Hmm.
Essentially, there was no way around these people to get to my car without having to go back and go clear around two blocks.
I try to minimize contact as much as I can. I watch out of the corner of my eye.
Of course, one of the Alpha Males sees me reluctantly headint their way. He breaks from the "flock" (herd) and starts toward me. I put up my hand to wave him off. He still approaches. I put my hand up higher, and give him a look that says "Don't cross me." Somehow, it gets through his head that I do NOT want to put up with his shit. He stops and stands there, watching me go by.
At this point, I can read the sandwich boards of the initial group I was trying to bypass - my suspicions are confirmed - "Jesus Saves!". Comically, they are in front of a bank, but that's just my sense of humor/irony.
As I get past the Alpha, I notice that there are at least 4, maybe 6 groups strategically placed so that people have to encounter them. A group on each corner of the main intersection, plus some satellite groups.
As I get to the point where I am going to cross back over to the side I was originally on (hoping that they do notice that I crossed the street to avoid them), another branch of the Dumidians (a wordplay on the Branch Davidians) sends a representative towards me saying "Would you like . . .". This time, the hand held up in front of me and the look on my face gives this "Flag Tie"-wearing brainwashee the message and he backs off.
I manage to get past the last of the groups and get to my car. I pull down the street resisting the urge to let them experience a personal rapture and let them get to greet Jesus personally (and a bit earlier than they expected - but hey, they're wanting the rapture to come, right? And they think that they're going to be the first ones whisked off when the trumpet blows, right?)
I think that I showed remarkable restraint, don't you?
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