I glanced out of the driver’s side window of my car, toward the bus stop, just in time to see 230 lbs. of frustration and insecurity, packed in a flowery muumuu, wielding what looked to be a King James Bible like it was a set of nun chucks. On the receiving end of this doxology is a frail man in his early 40’s turning cheek after cheek after cheek. The only other witness to this vehement, and rather