An old man on E. Union Street just now slowed his bike to a stop and said to me, as I was about to walk past him, "Have a blessed day, friend." Though I am not his friend, that is a plainly kind thing to say to someone, and sweetly old-fashioned, and there was something a little sad about his look, something in his eyes, something sincere, so I smiled and said sincerely, "You too."

Then he said, "Jesus lives and is the answer," and the sad/sweet/sincere look in his face suddenly seemed satanic—a little too intense for anyone's good. Granted, "Jesus lives and he is the answer" is just the wrong thing for a random old white guy to say to you on the street after you've just posted something on Slog about this old white guy.