“I am from India. I am Hindu, you know? I respect all religions, but…” My cab driver paused and motioned towards the gridlock traffic on the FDR in front of us. “Just wait. This fucking Pope! When he comes, no one will get anywhere in this city! I am not working this weekend!”
Good call, buddy; this weekend will be a traffic shitshow.
I scored a Pope ticket through my office.
My agency employs roughly six hundred people. They had five Pope tickets to distribute through a lottery. As you can imagine, there is some bitterness surrounding my irreverent, non-Catholic ass procuring a coveted golden ticket. Ha. “If it makes you feel any better,” I told a 60 year-old, devout Catholic member of the support staff, “this will probably be the only lottery I’ll ever win.”
I hate the Catholic church…so sordid. The resources being wasted on this one stupid visit to the US probably rivals the GNP of a mid-sized third world country. The ticket is GOLD, for fuck’s sake! What a tacky religion.
On the upside, cameras are allowed. It’ll be marginally fun, I’m sure.
I mean, I had fun seeing Hugo Chavez in Harlem a couple years ago…though that amusement was mostly derived from the fact that 50% of the attendees came because they thought the handheld translators being passed out were free radios.
“What?! You mean I gots to give this back? That is some BULL shit!”
Tags: aesop rock, altar boys, heathens, nyc, pope, pope benedict xvi, sexual abuse, yankee stadium
April 22, 2008 at 3:08 pm |
You are a great writer. I’m going to link you on my blog of that’s ok.
I’m laughing my ass off at work right now!