I was stopped on the subway at Union Square when I heard this man preaching to people on the platform about being sinners who need to find God. I was silently thanking Jesus that he wasn’t in my car, when he barreled inside waving a Bible.
He proceeded to shout and bang on the wall above my seat while he announced that he had been a crack seller until he found Jesus. Everyone inside was trapped with nowhere to go and no choice but to listen to his sermon. Rather than feeling closer to God, I was convinced that I’d landed straight in hell—trapped underground with some dude force-feeding me religious propaganda at an annoyingly high volume. I think his biggest sin is subjecting all us commuters to his drawn-out life story whether we want to hear it or not. That’s what confession is for, buddy!