Every morning I walk by a cart with pamphlets about Boston and another cart with pamphlets about Jesus.
The other day as I approach the carts, a scraggly man is flailing his arms and shouting at the Jesus pamphlet people. They hold their ground.
I don’t know if the people staffing these two carts are believers in Boston or Jesus, but based on the diverse clientele and the early morning hours, I hope they’re getting paid.
The man starts jumping around. The Jesus pamphlet people smile and nod. I get closer.
The man declares,
“Jehovah? Jehovah?! You know what I know about Jehovah? The HOV lane is for Jehovah.”