A pretty Sunday morning.  The sun was shining.  The world seemed to be smiling.

My 9-year-old son Sam and I were headed to a baseball game.  A quick stop for a cup of coffee and off we would go.

Walking out of the coffee shop, I saw a woman staring at her car.  She looked as if she was dressed for church.  Nice clothes and a large cross hanging down from her neck.  Someone had parked too close to her and she could not open her driver’s side door.

Turning to me she asked, “Is that your car?”

Showing a bit of sympathy, I informed her that I was parked down the row.

Shaking her head, the grandmotherly church heading woman exclaimed, “Damn it!”

If the size of someone’s cross carries any weight, that was one curse I’m glad didn’t land on me.