i was out on my walk this morning, when i happened across a couple looking for directions to Mission Dolores. It was 5 o'clock. These were normal looking folks... He looked to be in his early thirties and she in her late twenties. Nicely dressed. They were out of place on the street for this hour.
Generally, the only people, other than me, who are walking around at this hour, are rousted homeless, bus drivers on their way to work, crack dealers, wannabe pimps, and an occasional hooker. But today, here was this couple. "Two blocks that way" i pointed. "On the other side of the street." They thanked me and went on their way. i headed up the street and continued on my walk.
"Why were they looking for the Catholic Church at this hour?", i wondered. Then it dawned on me... Confession! They had this look of Catholic Guilt on their faces. And their body language. i hadn't recognized it in the moment, but after thinking about it some... They were obviously together, but they stood six feet apart. No wedding rings. There was something about their postures that told me they had sex last night, followed by Catholic Guilt. Hoping i wouldn't know, as long as they stood apart.
Which led them to the streets of San Francisco, looking for someone to absolve them of their guilt. At 5 o'clock in the morning. i hope they found what they were looking for.
God i'm glad i'm not Catholic!
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