So I was at my local casino and had just finished a nice buffet lunch, went to the restroom and – well, let’s not digress into TMI here – but then it came time to reach for the toilet paper. I pulled and about 5 sheets down (sorry Sheryl Crow, I am a wasteful person) there was a little post-it note with small writing on it.
I got out my glasses and, considering I was already seated comfortably, proceeded to read the post-it note.
Now, to be honest, I seriously expected this to be a note from Larry Craig or someone like him, offering me a wild sexual escapade if I tapped my foot to the tune of “Clang Clang Clang Went The Trolley”.
No – that was not the case.
Someone had actually written, in teeny-tiny script, some quote from the Bible and suggested this could be my path to redemption.
Hmm…this person’s mind must truly work in mysterious ways if they think that a good time for spiritual conversion is when I am sitting, with my pants off, in a stall, in a men’s room, in a casino.
I did, however, peek through the crack in the stall door to make sure two smiling guys in white shirts were not waiting to present me with a copy of The Watchtower.
It was safe. I quickly washed my hands and fled the Christian science lavatory reading room.
I just feel it is my civic duty to warn you all of a cult of strange men who hang out in public restrooms, preying on men with their pants down and trying to convert them.
Let me get this straight, someone wrote passages from their holy book and put them in a place that would allow them to be used to wipe someone’s ass? He should have just saved time and written it on the toilet paper.
LOL thats beautiful. Now there’s some classy graffiti.
The quote was from Revelation 13:18 and it recommends the finder to place a bet of $660 on No.6.
Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.
Well, suppose that happened. Um, whatever it was. Er.
Well, we had a casino that paid thousands of dollars for a grilled cheese sandwich that apparently had the Virgin Mary on it. What would they pay for a piece of toilet paper that…um, I’ll get my coat.