The Literary Drover No. 1718

From notes made on the human condition:

Attending church one Sunday I found myself seated next to a young girl who was pleasantly quiet. That is, until the usher – a sunburned, white-haired older man with a barrel chest and thick forearms – came through to direct parishioners for communion. The young girl looked at him in awe, and said, loudly, “Are you God’s bouncer?”

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