I met a trendy Christian girl

[Perndog]

At a coffee shop last night. There were five people sitting around the table, just talking (it was about 10:30 PM), and suddenly this cute little thing, probably about 19 years old, walks up to us and says hi.

"Do you guys go to school here?"

"Yes, some of us do."

"That's neat. What are you studying? What are your names?"

"Excuse me, but are you selling something?" We had been accosted twice by solicitors earlier in the evening, probably because there were a bunch of us and we were sitting by the door.

"No, I just like to talk to people in coffee shops."

"Okay." (weird, but not too much of a freak yet)

"I like to talk to people about the gospel of Jesus Christ."

Immediately, all five of us look at each other and say "OOOOHHHHHH!" loudly and in unison. So she really is selling something.

"Have you all been saved?"

"Well, I'm a Satanist, he's an atheist, she's a lapsed Catholic, etc."

One of the less tactful members of our party, after learning her name, asked how it was spelled. "Katie? or Katy?"

"It's C A T Y."

"Wow, your parents must have hated you."

Now she's upset. Still clueless, but upset. "My mother loves me very much!"

The name discussion goes on for a minute or so. Then he starts talking about her clothes. She had said something earlier about how God doesn't like girls dressing like sluts.

"I notice you have this closed-off sort of look. You've got your head covered and this hair sort of making a shield for your face. It's only cold enough outside for maybe a thick sweater, but you've got this big black jacket that goes almost down to your knees." (eventually, she takes off the jacket to prove she wasn't just wearing it out of extreme modesty.) "And underneath that you have a long-sleeved shirt with a T-shirt over it. It's like you're in a capsule. Doesn't that image kind of contradict what you're doing (handing out tracts to strangers)?"

This goes on for a little bit. It's obvious that she's just dressed up against the cold, but he ignores or refuses to admit this until finally, she interrupts him and says "you know, you've made God very angry!"

This impresses us. As he tries to continue the conversation, the other three missionaries, who are less cute and vaguely dangerous-looking young men, gather around our table. Apparently they all came together and split up to cover the whole joint.

It got a little less amusing after that. No violence or rough words, but they were much better at the game and didn't get roped into any stupid arguments. Eventually, they left, and we laughed long and hard.