Other side of the tracks

Lucky for all of us, they were on the other side of the tracks.

On a bad day, I dare a proselytizing Mormon to approach.

It’s the same feeling as when, after 3 months of travel in China, I honestly felt that on a bad day, pushing a stick between the spokes of a passing cyclist would make me feel better about my life.

I did not, in fact, throw a stick between anyone’s spoke, as much as I wanted to (on that particular day).

I would probably not have felt better about my life.

And as a side note, it’s more the proselytizing that bothers me, not the Mormonism.

Published by Nicki

I've lived all over. I want to help you do the same!

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