A few hours ago, I was standing at the checkout at Kroger. I was wearing a t-shirt from the Cincinnati Museum Center that bears a picture of the skull of a saber-toothed cat. (It glows in the dark! Wee!)
So, the clerk is scanning the foodstuffs, then says, “So you’ve been to the museum in Cincinnati?” I say yeah and that the t-shirt is a few years old.
Clerk: “Well, you should go, in the summer of 2007, you should go and just a half hour from Cincinnati, in Florence, Kentucky, it’s a creation museum.”
I just sort of blinked at the guy. He told me about how some executive at Universal quit his job to do special effects for the creation museum and talked about how he’d quit any job to work there because it sounded like such a great place to work and I really had to go had to go had to go.
I kept a pleasant expression on my face and only joined back in the conversation once he switched over to talking about dark chocolate M&Ms (a segue I didn’t follow, but I’m not complaining).
Anyway, I felt good about my participation in the exchange. I didn’t say anything rude, I didn’t argue, I didn’t contradict, I didn’t make him feel like a martyr.
On the other hand, I didn’t correct him. I didn’t suggest he not assume I’m interested in creationism. I didn’t point out that there are non-Christians even in the backwoods of Ohio. I didn’t do anything for the “cause” of religious tolerance.
Or did I?
Would you have said something?