Scene: A tiny, dirty office inside a cold, dusty warehouse in the southern town of R. The manager sits at a computer while two employees man their work stations. Employee Green is recounting his drive home from Atlanta during the past weekend. Employee White listens to his i-pod while performing manual data entry.
Green: Coming back from Atlanta on Sunday I had the worst time staying awake. I kept dozing off and must have woke the family up three times running across the rumble strips on the side of 40.
White: (emphatically removing headphones) Man, that’s no good. That’s when you need to pull off and get a huge cup of coffee.
(Manager shifts in seat as he types on computer.)
Green: (sardonic and without emotion) I never touch the stuff.
White: What are you Mormon?
(Manager pops to attention.)
Manager: Mormon? Why do you say that?
White: Mormons eschew caffeine.
Manager: Really? I’d always heard that.
Green: Yeah, in college I had a friend who started a lot of ministries and he always said he could reach a lot of Mormons by starting a coffee shop in Salt Lake City.
White: (sensing the drift the conversation was taking) Hmm. I dunno. You know my grandmothers a Mormon.
Manager: (emphatic) You know Mormon has got to be the stupidest religion in the world. There’s not one shred of evidence to back up anything that guy, what’s his name, came up with.
White: (incredulous with mouth agape) Well, I’m glad you feel that way.
Manager: It’s true. Look up some history, all those names and cities and the places they went. It’s just nonsense.
(White places his ear buds back in his ears and pushes play to hear Ramnad Krishnan continue singing Songs of the Carnatic Tradition. As the drums start and the voice begins he hears the fading of the conversation)
White: What was the name of that Angel who spoke to John Smith …
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